Chapter 891

At the entrance of the mission hall, disciples from the outer court were bustling in and out, their movements hurried and purposeful. Many of them wore expressions of excitement or determination, clearly driven by their personal goals. Among them were new recruits, just like Andrew and his group. The newcomers wandered around, eyes wide with curiosity as they eagerly took in their surroundings, their faces reflecting a mix of awe and anticipation for the unknown. Inside the hall, the atmosphere was even livelier. Nearby, a senior disciple at the nine-star martial master level stood at the registration desk. He was carefully filling out a form, occasionally glancing around as if looking for someone. After a moment, he pulled a small pouch out of his spatial ring and placed it on the counter. "Fourth-grade Dragon Saliva Grass. Please verify it," he said in a steady, confident tone that carried across the room. The disciple behind the desk, Keaton Golden, examined the herb