Tian Ling left his palace with calm strides, finding the Master of the Serene Mist Sect waiting outside. His serene gaze betrayed no surprise.
"Well, Sect Master, what brings you here this time?" Tian Ling asked with a slight smile. "Surely, you're not here to ask me to take on another disciple?"
The Sect Master chuckled briefly, responding in a friendly tone.
"Nothing of the sort. Actually, I came to introduce you to one of our sect's prodigies. He has something to say."
With a firm pat on the back, he pushed a young man forward. Kim Long offered a formal bow, though impatience lingered in his gaze.
"Greetings, Elder. I am Kim Long." His bow was flawless, though his thoughts whispered disdain. "Tsk, these cliché formalities... Let's just get this over with."
Tian Ling watched the young man closely, sensing the arrogance masked in his manner.
"So? What brings this young genius to my Mythic Realm?" he asked, crossing his arms.