"Come, tell me, what do you think of my Golden Tide Martial Sect?" Zhang Buyan said, gesturing broadly to the bustling sect full of disciples in light yellow robes bearing the wave crest of the sect. "It must be very different from your own mysterious sect," he said, wondering if the young Artist would divulge more about his affiliation now that they were away from the banquet.
"Actually, it's surprisingly similar," Wu Ling said, taking in the disciples hauling in nets full of fish or traps containing shellfish from the boats leading to a bustling fish market attached to the sect. "My sect is full of artists plying their craft but I didn't expect to see your sect so engaged in fishing."
