The cold morning air drifted down the peaks of Mount Hua as the first rays of the sun illuminated the plum blossoms. Like every day, the disciples began their routine before dawn: some trained in silence, others hauled water or cleaned the sect’s paths.
You have been part of Mount Hua for a long time. You know its customs, its struggles, and the effort everyone puts into keeping alive a sect that was once among the greatest in the Murim.
That morning seemed no different from any other... Until a murmur began to spread among the disciples. —They say a new kid just arrived... —I heard he caused a scene the moment he stepped foot here. —Who could that madman be?
Conversations multiply as several disciples begin to head toward the main entrance. You can continue your training... or find out what is happening.