A young man with red hair wearing a blue uniform nervously flew through the headquarters of his Organization.
He was just an Outer Disciple, and Outer Disciples didn't usually frequent these parts of their headquarters unless an Outer Elder sent them there.
As the young man flew through the sky, some stronger people looked at him with furrowed brows. What was a Transcendent Outer Disciple doing here?
After a couple more seconds of flying, a powerful older man flew up to the Outer Disciple, stopping him.
"What are you doing here?" the older man asked, wearing the uniform of an Inner Elder.
"I'm sorry," the Outer Disciple said, performing a quick, polite bow. "I know I'm not supposed to be here, but I have been tasked with delivering a message to one of the Core Elders."
The Inner Elder furrowed his brows. "Give me your message, and I will forward it."
