The atmosphere within the Moon Sword Sect grew increasingly tense, the undercurrents of suspicion palpable in every exchange. It puzzled me why the elders chose to keep us within their hallowed halls despite their awareness of our clandestine pursuits. The unanswered question lingered like an ominous shadow, casting doubt on the true motives behind their seemingly lenient stance.
One night, Elder Xing, the orchestrator of veiled intentions, paid an unexpected visit to our quarters. His countenance bore the weight of urgency, and his request cut through the strained silence.
"A disciple is lost within the island," he explained, his voice a carefully measured cadence. "All the Elders are preoccupied at the moment. Could you go find him for us?"
