Alex was given the most luxurious room in the clan.
He entered the room and closed the door.
The room enveloped Alex like a velvet cocoon. Silk curtains the color of midnight pooled on the marble floor, and a chandelier of crystallized spiritual jade cast soft halos across the walls. This was the clan's most luxurious chamber, reserved only for those they deemed worthy of greatness. Alex traced his fingers along the embroidered dragon on the bedding, feeling the weight of expectation pressing against his chest.
From the folds of his robe, he withdrew a yellowed scroll bound with silver thread. The martial soul awakening technique. His hands trembled slightly as he unrolled it across the rosewood table. Ancient characters danced before his eyes, but to his surprise, the meaning flowed into him like water finding its path downhill. Not difficult. Almost as if the technique had been waiting for him.
