C162 Competition

"Greetings, Pavilion Master!"

As the towering figure in the moon-white robe took to the skies, a chorus of voices erupted from the disciples gathered at the entrance of the Medicine Pill Pavilion. Their booming calls were a testament to the excitement brimming in their hearts.

"Pavilion Master!"

The Vice Pavilion Master bowed deeply, his face etched with reverence