The atmosphere within the central pavilion was alive with preparation.
After weeks of planning, adjustments, and countless reports, the day of departure had finally come. Lin Mu stood calmly, his eyes moving over the polished stone floor as he gathered the last of his companions.
Daoist Chu, dignified yet practical, was the first to arrive, robes flowing neatly as he stepped out from the administrative wing with Monk Hushu beside him. The two had spent much of the past few days consolidating documents, assigning responsibilities, and ensuring the transition of authority while they were gone.
Both of them appeared prepared, but also a bit weary from the meticulous bureaucratic labor that came before such an expedition.
Meng Bai appeared shortly after, spear strapped firmly to his back and the twin snakes, Xiao Yin and Xiao Yang, curled lazily around his shoulders. The young man's eyes shone with anticipation.
