Qingyi stopped in front of one of the pavilions. He checked the number on his disciple token and confirmed that he was in the right place.
He pressed the token against the gate. A faint click echoed before it opened, revealing the interior.
It was infinitely smaller than Feiyan's place, but still three or four times larger than the one he had received as the holder of the golden token.
Not only that, it also had a fifty-fold cultivation room, one of the best available for free in the sect, second only to those of the core disciples.
Qingyi entered his new residence.
His eyes passed by the cultivation room, but he ignored it, heading straight for his bedroom, where he let his tired body collapse onto the soft bed.
For a brief moment, he closed his eyes.
He thought about looking for Feiyan, but decided to take a short nap first, his mind soon being claimed by sleep.
Qingyi only woke up to hear soft knocks on his door.
