She tapped the board again, then scribbled the word 'Slang'.
"Slang is....mortal realm secret codes. Use them right, and you'll blend in. Use them wrong, and you'll look like fools".
Han jinhai perked up. "Oh, this sounds fun"
Elena smiled thinly. " Then repeat after me; what's up?"
The disciples stared blankly.
She arched a brow. "It means 'how are you?' not an actual question about the sky".
They echoed clumsily; "what's...up?" Han jinhai grinned proudly. " See we're naturals!".
Zhao lengxuan muttered, "Ridiculous" but even he was practicing under his breath.
Elena crossed her arms. "In one week, your new identities will be ready. Student files, birth records, everything. Until then, you'll stay here, train, and learn how not to stand out. hmmm...you can keep your hair if you like... that's your choice but you must tie it, and make it fashionable, you have to adapt to their styles of dressing and also means if transportation. On Earth, nothing exposes you faster than being strange".
Victor Long's deep voice cut in. " And remember, your mission here is not just to blend , but to protect the son of Destiny. He is already in this world.To find him,you must first master it".
Lin Feng nodded gravely, his dual-colored eyes flickering with flame and frost.
"We will adapt. No matter how strange this realm is, we will not fail".
A heavy silence filled the room before Han jinhai broke into a grin.
"So, Elder Zhou...does this training include teaching us how to ride one of those shiny beast outside?"
Elena signed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Gods help me....yes, eventually ".
The disciples lit up with laughter, the mansion echoing with a mix of immortal aura. The first sparkof mortal absurdity.