In a covered walkway of the Bright Wheel Hall, Zhuge Yuan trudged toward his residence, his face a mask of frustration. The old man's words had cut him deep. No matter what Zhuge Yuan said, the elder insisted that rules were rules; everyone had their designated role and must not overstep their bounds in the slightest.
Fine, miscellaneous chores it is. It's not that I'm unwilling to work, but why won't they teach me anything? What was the point of going through all this trouble to come here?
It wasn't just their refusal to teach him; Zhuge Yuan was extremely displeased with the Bright Wheel Hall's rigid hierarchy, which sorted everyone into different ranks. He found that the outside world was nothing like he had imagined back in the mountains.
No. Zhuge Yuan clenched his fists. I can't let it end like this. I can't give up so easily.
