The sect was visibly young.
Half-built walls filled the area, low-quality banners fluttered into the sky, and workers moved around busily.
It was still in its early stages, but it was built with effort and dedication.
Noa stood still.
He didn't speak for a while.
In front of him stood the future he had started, and it would only continue to expand.
The main courtyard was huge, surrounded by new, unfinished houses, and had a simple look to it.
A small spirit garden was also planted.
It was nothing extraordinary, but it still showed the signs of care.
There was no gate yet.
Just an open pathway towards the wooden building that looked inviting and comfortable at the same time.
Feng Fan neared the workers, checking their progress.
These builders were also part of the sect members he was talking about.
They worked and listened according to Feng Fan's instructions, as the man was not only their future teacher but only hope to survive in this harsh world.
