Chapter 1975

When Fane opened the door to enter the hall, he could not tell if his mind played tricks on him, or if he truly felt it: He felt a wave of wind blowing toward him and went straight into his soul through his body. It unnerved him. The hall had very simple decorations, and there were several small doors at the back of the hall, the height of a man. All sorts of charms and markings were drawn on these doors, and with just a glance at these things, Fane felt his eye hurting so badly that he could not look at them. A table was placed in front of these doors, and a disciple was dozing off behind the table. Fane knew that he was also an informal disciple from the way he was dressed, but Fane did not recognize him. He also knew that such assignments would not be given to newly recruited informal disciples. This must be an informal disciple who was his senior. That person supported his face with his hand and was so drowsy that his eyelids drooped. Compared to other training grounds, not many