Inside Ascension Hall at the Stellar Origin Training Institute...
A disciple on duty sat listlessly behind a long desk, chatting with a laborer sweeping the floor nearby.
This was the hall that maintained the institute's membership records. It was usually quiet, with records only needing to be consulted or updated when new disciples joined, files were transferred, or someone changed affiliations.
Otherwise, its duties consisted of periodically organizing the relevant documents and safeguarding the archives.
If an Earth Rank Expert was involved, someone from the sect's Headquarters would come to collect the records. They would not be left here for the staff to safeguard at all.
The people here had grown accustomed to an idle existence. Those with ambition often seized the opportunity to cultivate, hoping to advance quickly and transfer out of their posts. Those without ambition regarded it as a cushy assignment, spending their days doing nothing and whiling away their remaining years.
The disciple on duty was an older veteran. Despite having entered the Inner Court many years ago, he had only reached the human rank sixth transformation and had long since abandoned any hope of advancing. Now he carried out assignments for the sect to earn spirit jade for his old age. He generally fulfilled his duties faithfully, but it would be a stretch to call him particularly diligent or responsible.
Neither he nor the laborer noticed a light breeze rise at the entrance and flow straight inside.
"Oh, the wind's picked up!"
The laborer frowned when he saw a few more leaves appear in the corridor he had just swept.
"Leave it, Uncle Zhou. Sweep it tomorrow. Nobody's coming to inspect anyway, so take a breather," the disciple on duty said carelessly.
"..."
Fang Qianyuan was using the Invisibility Technique while holding his breath, stilling