Peter Brown's residence was not a cave dwelling, but a rather nice courtyard. One look was enough to tell that it was a refined house, with dedicated areas for rest, kitchen, cultivation, and hosting guests. There was even a courtyard from which the entire mountain's surroundings could be seen at a glance.
While sitting cross-legged in the courtyard and looking down the mountain, Peter saw the vibrant and lively Spirit Fields below. He also glanced at the respectful chore disciples standing before him, realizing that from now on, he was considered a formal disciple of the academy.
Peter couldn't help but sigh at the privileges enjoyed by formal disciples of the academy. Even a regular disciple held such power and influence; he could only imagine the lifestyle of those with a higher status.
Adjusting his emotions, Peter looked at the chore disciples and asked, "Who was in charge of you before?"
