The evening training session had already ended, and most disciples had retreated to their residences to recover from the exhausting mission earlier that day. As the sun gradually sank beyond the mountains, a warm crimson glow spread across the Sanatan Flame Sect, bathing the courtyards and pavilions in golden-red light.
Only a handful of people remained outside.
The sect elders stood together near the central courtyard, their attention fixed on a single individual.
Shaurya.
Naturally, whenever Shaurya stood alone in the middle of an open area with a suspicious smile on his face, experienced members of the sect immediately became concerned.
"What do you think he's doing?" Elder Jian asked.
Elder Wu folded his arms.
"I stopped trying to understand him months ago."
Nearby, Elder Liya glanced toward Lin Shu.
"Do you know?"
Lin Shu considered the question seriously before shaking her head.
"Not even a little."
That answer somehow worried everyone even more.
