"I haven't seen you here before. Are you a new inner disciple?" a curious voice called from behind as I momentarily stopped to see what the ruckus around the bulletin board was about.
Turning toward the source of the voice, I saw a young man around my age wearing a light blue robe. He had short cyan hair and eyes of a similar color. On his forehead was a slit, diamond-shaped mark.
"A Thunderbane?" I muttered, raising an eyebrow.
"Haha, surprised to see one?" the young man chuckled with a smug smile.
"My name is Rowan El Thunderbane," he introduced himself.
He was not the only one. There were a few other disciples nearby who carried the same slit mark on their foreheads, clearly revealing their identity as Thunderbanes.
This must be the younger generation of Thunderbanes who had been cultivating in the sect when the massacre occurred.
"So we are not completely extinct," I sighed inwardly in relief.
