The conversations around the deck gradually softened as Elder Hang stepped onto the spiritual bridge connecting the two vessels.
The commander moved at an unhurried pace, one hand resting behind his back while the valley winds stirred the sleeves of his robes.
Several Cloud Peak disciples noticed him first.
The heated debate regarding the lost cricket ball immediately lost momentum.
The conversations across the deck gradually softened as Elder Hang stepped onto the spiritual bridge connecting the two vessels. Several disciples noticed him immediately and instinctively straightened their backs. Others moved aside to clear a path, though nobody appeared particularly concerned by his arrival.
In fact, one of the Cloud Peak disciples who had been arguing moments earlier casually raised a hand.
"Elder Hang."
The commander acknowledged him with a slight nod before continuing forward.
