C32 Autumn Hunting Gathering

After a meal's time had passed, Fann Yuntai trudged along the path leading to the Soaring Cloud Staircase, looking utterly wretched. His once-neat disciple uniform was now tattered, flapping in the wind and leaving him with a drafty chill in the most unfortunate of places. His carefully styled hair had become a wild, tangled mess, flailing about with each step like feathers in a breeze