Tian Lu had felt like only a few moments had passed since he left the mountain, because it had. However, he was already sick of being away from his cave. He was a shut in. He wasn’t afraid to admit it. In his heart. Outwardly, he had the grace of a senior brother - someone who knew all the answers and tried to guide others to it. He couldn’t let others know of his discomfort. So he glanced and nodded at the wagon he requested and of the people accompanying him on his junior disciples’ quest.

‘That’s right’, he thought. This wasn’t his quest. He was just a side character soon to be a memory in these tigers and dragons. The most important thing to do on this journey was to corrupt his junior sister and brother into an unhealthy attachment to him. He knew that sounded evil, morally wrong, and maybe even a little crazy. But when his master could command lightning and Tian Lu transmigrated worlds, he felt he deserved to be a little crazy. And if he really thought about it, his plan wasn’t evil because helping to save himself would in turn increase the strength and protection of his sect. That was why he worked so hard to increase the strength of his fellow disciples. The sect that could save others. Saving himself saved others. It was not confusing to him.

‘Yea, that’s right. I’m the answer. I’m right’. The senior brother thought as he got onto the carriage.

Gong Chang was aggrieved that this fellow disciple of his didn’t greet his elders or give them the proper respect. He was disappointed the two most talented sect members were also not appropriately dressed for this long journey. However, he was the oldest so he still had to maintain decorum. He bowed to his junior disciples and moved to the front to steer the wagon, noticing the senior brother lying down in the back of the wagon. One eye twitched. His other eye did not, because if it did, it would look like he was trying to suppress a blink.

Looking at the newly arrived disciples, Mei Ahn was in love. She had never seen such a pretty man as this senior disciple. If the rumors were true, senior brother Lu was also a genius. If the heavens sent him, Mei Ahn was there to receive. She knew of senior disciple’s Daiyu’s beauty, but in person, she was even more pretty. Mi Rang was also there. The talented formations enthusiast was, for the first time in her life, feeling slightly inadequate as she also hopped into the back of the wagon.

Mi Rang noticed Mei Ahn staring at his senior brother and sister. He also noticed her ignoring him. He looked at his senior brother and sister. He understood. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, it was just that those two were too attractive. He was not jealous, as he also got onto the back of the wagon.

Ju Daiyu noticed everyone’s emotions because she was at the Nascent Soul. At this stage, she felt she could read people much better than before and that people’s expressions were not entirely mysterious. Except for her senior brother. If her reading on her senior brother was correct, she would think he was nauseated but trying to look dignified. However, she knew that had to be the wrong impression. She doubted herself as she also got on the back of the wagon.

Elder Fang moved to the front of the wagon to assist disciple Chang in driving the wagon. She wondered why these disciples did not converse and just went to their places almost as if they didn’t necessarily like each other. Elder Fang was also at the Nascent Soul, so it would make sense that she would also be as good at understanding others' emotions as Ju Daiyu. However, one person reaching the Nascent Soul isn’t the same as another person reaching the Nascent Soul. Only true cultivators would know about the differences in the Nascent Soul.

Elder Wei was a short man. He could not get onto his horse. Easily. Due to its size. He knew it would be a struggle but bought the horse anyway. His reason was not so mysterious, it was that he thought it would make him seem imposing. However, he did not think he would struggle with just getting on the horse. With his Unity Realm, physical movement and getting onto a horse should be easy. But for the purposes of this story, cultivators will sometimes fail at such mundane tasks because they must use the proper amount of strength. Not too strong and not too weak. An average human.

And it was like this, that two elders, five disciples, three horses, and one carriage left the sect entrance.