The Mission hall was carved out of the side of the mountain. The entrance was nothing more than a large pavilion with stone pillars holding up the ceiling. In the back was a window with a counter and sitting behind that counter was an old man leaning back on a chair with his eyes closed and his arms crossed across his chest.
As Mei walked into the mission hall all eyes were on her. She seemed to have risen to fame during her entrance test. But it wasn't just because of her battles but also because of the way she had made the female tyrant retreat earlier had already spread across the sect. Some gazes were that of admiration while others were that of pity.
