Date: TC1853.06.22 (Evening)
Location: Seven Peaks - Main Dining Hall
The evening meal should have been routine.
Five hundred disciples filled the main dining hall—a vast structure grown by the Verdant Spire specifically for communal meals. Long tables arranged by hall affiliation. Formation-heated serving stations keeping food at optimal temperature. The comfortable chaos of hundreds of conversations blending into ambient noise that felt more like home than any fancy estate Jin Zhao had ever lived in.
Jin sat with Martial Hall disciples, listening to Taron explain tomorrow's advanced combat training while mechanically eating steamed rice and braised pork. Two weeks of rebuilding his foundation under Old Tad's patient instruction had left him exhausted in ways that flashy noble techniques never had.
"Your stance is improving," Taron said, approval clear in his military-precise tone. "Another month and you'll surpass your previous Foundation Establishment peak."
