As Han Yu clutched his new robes, the fresh scent of spirit-thread cotton still clinging to them, Han Yu made a silent vow.
'Even if my robes burn to ashes every week, I'll still walk this path.'
He grinned to himself and turned back toward the Outer courtyard, eager to visit the next place on his list.
Han Yu walked through the long corridor of the Pill Refinement Chambers, his white robes fluttering slightly behind him, the bronze Alchemy Peak insignia gleaming in the light of the softly glowing spirit lanterns. Each room bore a number on a wooden plaque above its door, with inscriptions beneath indicating their grade: Basic, Intermediate, or Advanced.
The corridor gradually curved along the slope of the peak, following the natural lay of the mountain, and even as he walked, he could feel the faint heat in the air—the product of the massive Flame Formation Array that extended beneath the entire peak.
