The Sect Hall.
Whoosh!
Su Xiaobai stepped through towering doors etched with phoenixes and dragons locked in eternal battle. The hall yawned out like a beast's belly, lit by jade lanterns that floated around like drunken fireflies, casting long shadows.
Rows of elders lined the sides, their robes a vivid display of sect hierarchy. Fire Peak Elders glowed in red like walking coals, Verdant Peak's green robes oozed 'look at us, we're so earthy,' and Frost Peak's icy blue screamed, 'don't talk to me.' But their faces? Predatory. Every single one of them. Like hawks eyeing a chicken dinner.
Yeah, the hall was exactly what Su Xiaobai had imagined—stuffy, judgmental, and packed with people he wouldn't piss on if they were on fire.
'Vultures. All of them. Just waiting for me to trip so they can claw me to bits.'
His eye twitched. Not a single "regular" elder in sight.
