"……."
Wei Sohaeng glanced around with a slightly deflated expression. 'So these people are the disciples of the Volcano.' It was common for inner disciples to align their ranks with the main sect's disciples based on their birth periods.
By that measure, Wei Sohaeng could be considered on the same level as the third generation disciples of the main sect.
Until he arrived here, he thought being a true disciple wasn’t that special.
But seeing the true disciples gathered together, he realized how wrong he was. 'Each one is like a sharp blade, radiating brilliance.' Now he understood why his father emphasized the Volcano's prestigious reputation.
Although they had lived the same years, there was clearly something different between him and these individuals.
Every movement was precise, and every gaze carried a subtle fragrance of the Dao.
Even during their meal, it was evident.
Showing grace that would make others admire while eating was no easy feat. 'This is why everyone holds the prestigious sect in such high regard,' he thought.
Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
"……."
Wei Sohaeng's gaze turned to one side.