A small figure made her way through the winding walkways of the Vermilion flame sect, with the hood of the crimson robe hiding their features. There were a few disciples around that saw the figure, however after seeing the color of the robe, they quickly went about their business.
"What's a Core Disciple doing up here?" One of the disciples whispered to his friends.
"Shhh! Don't draw attention to yourself." He whispered back, turning to make sure the hooded figure had not heard anything.
Thankfully, the figure ignored them and headed further towards the buildings in the distance. He let out a sigh of relief, before turning to his friend to chastise him.
"You idiot. We can't even speak in front of Core Disciples unless spoken to. Some even take offense to such things, you're lucky you didn't get punished."
Yet only now did he notice that there was something wrong with his friend, who suddenly fell to the ground.
