After the duel, the sect was still buzzing with talk of Tian Lei's unexpected victory. Some disciples glanced at him with awe, others with envy, but Tian Lei paid no attention. For him, the noise of the crowd faded the moment his sword returned to its sheath.
At Mission Peak, he stood before the stone wall inscribed with task slips. Outer disciples milled about nervously, debating which mission to risk their necks on, while Tian Lei scanned the board with calm precision.
"Senior Brother Tian…" one junior hesitantly asked, bowing as he passed. "Are you here for another mission already?"
Tian Lei didn't answer. He simply reached up, pulling down one, then another, then another.
Gasps followed as the slips stacked in his hand.
By the time he stepped away from the wall, five missions rested in his grip.
"Five? At once?" a disciple whispered, wide-eyed. "Is he insane?"
