As he observed the cocky disciples, Shen Wu pointed at the mission hall, disciplinary bureau, and the treasury he managed. He also explained that the first was the most important building for the disciples and took them inside.
Unlike the registration building, disciples flooded the place. Their voices echoed their excitement as they discussed the missions plastered on the different boards and how their seniors cleared the harder ones.
Some of them wore the same robes as him, while others had ones made of rougher materials. He also noticed the absence of the golden embroidered dragons on theirs.
Without minding the teenagers' respectful bows as he passed them, Shen went to the counter and addressed his fellow elder.
"Morning, Xu Fei. I brought my two new proteges, so could you please explain the hall's workings to them?"
Xu Fei, a wrinkled, aged man looking as old as Yun, nodded.
