The guard escorted Yu Xuan to the disciple registration counter.
As he looked around, Yu Xuan noticed there weren't many people in line — which made sense. Most disciples in this area had already advanced in their cultivation, so few lingered at the Qi Condensation level.
Still, a question nagged at him.
Why had these cultivators paused their progress?
Were they rebuilding their foundations? Had they missed some opportunity? Or had they, like him, arrived just now or rather slightly earlier than them?
They were all from the Immortal Realm, after all, he expected more from them.
But then again, no matter the world, people were still people. The essence didn't change.
He dropped the thought and simply waited as the two disciples ahead of him completed their registrations.
When it was his turn, the staff cultivator at the counter said, "Medallion."
