By the end of the short tour, Han Yu already knew—this place was where he'd be spending most of his time from now on.
They finally stopped back near the library entrance, where a few more disciples were now beginning to trickle in with robes marked with the bronze, silver and gold insignias of Alchemy Peak. The day had begun in earnest.
"Well," Elder Zhou said, clasping his hands behind his back, "that concludes the basics. You'll be expected to attend the theory lectures on third-day and seventh-day each week. Outside that, you may study and practice at your discretion."
Elder Xuan gave a final look. "Your record has already earned you attention, Han Yu. But talent alone is not enough. Here, you'll need consistency."
Han Yu gave a respectful bow again. "This disciple will do his utmost."
Both elders nodded, their expressions neither warm nor cold. But once again, Han Yu caught the faint golden wisps curling off them.
Joy. Satisfaction.
He was making the right impression.
