For someone who continuously avoided leaving the headquarters unless forced—and even then, only if someone else dragged him out—here he was, strutting about far from the safe walls of the Order.
And the caveat of it all? He was doing it willingly.
Nobody had asked him. Nobody had subtly threatened him. He was just out here, walking around and visiting places that the Yang Qing of last week would have sat him down and given a thorough tongue-lashing for even thinking about.
Visiting the grounds of an ancient rank-two sect was already bad enough( Which he now strongly felt that the Order needed to seriously revise its assessment of the place, given all he'd seen there. There was no way they didn't have at least four soul formation experts tucked away somewhere in all that rich heritage—and very rich ANCESTRAL DRAGON VEIN.)
