A deep scene is playing in the crystal mirror out in the air where every elder sits, their gaze focused through the mirror, watching the disciples and people who entered the sect to get chosen.
None of them were perfect, but some of them carried potential, the ability to become important and special. Someone with power, the ability to protect.
A man in a white robe, akin to a moon aura, with a flash of silver hair glowing in the room, and he watches intensely toward the mirror, as if nothing can pull his attention away.
One of the elders noticed his gaze and thus spoke, "Chief disciple, I noticed you're paying attention so attentively. Any disciples you want to select?"
Everyone turned once they heard the question, and the man who was asked the question calmly faced toward the speaker. "It's none of your business who I want to choose."
