Purple Cloud Palace's Main Peak.
A quiet and elegant hall seated about ten people.
This was not the main hall but a side one, located to the right of the whole Purple Cloud Mountain's Main Peak, where matters of importance were usually discussed.
Roughly equivalent to a conference hall.
Those present were actually quite relaxed, since they were all fellow disciples from the same sect, especially this group who had all participated in great wars and martial arts competitions, sharing both life-and-death situations and centuries of camaraderie.
One might be more restrained in front of outsiders, but in private...
"Sect Master, it has to be my turn to pick first this time. I haven't had a turn in four sessions—there's bullying, but this is too much. Are you going to leave us from Zhu Mingfeng to pick up scraps every day?"
