"So that's how it is… How could I have overlooked it back then…"
A murmur echoed through the dim corridor.
Not the steadfast man gazing at the sky by the window earlier—this was already deep within the Western Cathedral of the Celestial Sphere Cult.
With a sharp chin and piercing eyes, the words belonged to a member far younger than one might expect.
Draped in the classic dark robe, the key distinction lay in the sparse golden embroidery on his shawl—a delicate design yet clearly incomplete.
Though possessing its own unique aesthetic, it was evidently simpler in comparison.
By a logical deduction, this seemed to signify that his path of cultivation was still shallow compared to Amila and the others.
As for the evidence supporting this inference—the figure seated upright and vigilant at the end of the corridor was clearly guarding the adjacent door.
This somewhat rudimentary duty appeared to be one more commonly assigned to novices.
