Bab 821: Prime Disciple Competition: Return

The Battle Maiden Sect's grandeur had always been a sight to behold, with its towering peaks and sprawling architecture. But today, as the returning members began their ascent, the usually vibrant and bustling sect was eerily quiet. 

Of course, that made sense because they all entered the Secret Realm, but it was still weird.

The mountain path leading to the Sect was a winding one, surrounded by dense woods on both sides. Ancient trees stood tall, casting long shadows as the sun began its descent, lending an orange-red hue to the evening sky.

The journey was slow. As they climbed, the sect members recounted their experiences, filling the air with a mix of excitement, sorrow, and nostalgia. It felt so long since they were in the Sect, but in reality, it probably wasn't longer than a few weeks. 

But the absence of the usual greetings, the lack of fellow disciples running to meet them or shouting from the distant peaks, was palpable.