The days at the Sect were a whirlwind of activity, each morning bringing a fresh wave of enthusiasm as the disciples gathered in the courtyard, eager to absorb the insights I had to offer. I wasn't an Elder, just a humble teacher brought in to lend a hand for a brief period, but the respect and eagerness with which the disciples approached me filled me with a sense of purpose and fulfillment.
As I stepped into the sunlit courtyard, the young cultivators would greet me with a deep bow, their eyes bright with anticipation for the day's lessons. "Good morning, Teacher Tian Li," they would chime in unison, their voices carrying a respectful reverence that never failed to warm my heart. "We are ready to learn."
