At around three in the night.
At the border shared between the Great Joint, the Great Breath, and the Great Line.
In the moonlight, with a muscular standing behind her, Fabby was standing outside the skill hall, looking at the building in awe. In front of the mountainous structure, she looked like an ant. Not just its size, but the aura it gave off was pulse-quickening.
Outside the entrance was a chubby pot-bellied old man in a violet cloak sleeping sideways on the reception desk, with his hand placed under his head.
“E-Elder Pandaar…” she bowed.
A mild red energy rose out of his back and shape-shifted into a panda. “First-timer, huh. Name?”
“Fabby. Fabby Estacio.”
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