Rei Wian walked through the winding pathways of the sect, the wind tugging at his robes as he soon reached the gates of the sect and stepped into a waiting carriage, its driver bowing respectfully before setting off toward the city.
The bustling streets of the city greeted him with a flurry of noise and activity, but Rei Wian paid little attention to the vibrant scene.
The carriage pulled up in front of a well-maintained inn and he stepped down, entering the inn without a word.
Inside, the innkeeper gave him a polite nod, and Rei Wian ascended the wooden stairs, reaching a room at the far end of the corridor.
Once there, he knocked on the door and soon he heard an grumpy old man's voice from inside "Enter."
Rei Wian pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was modest yet elegant, with a faint aroma of tea lingering in the air.