In a sect as venerable as Mount Hua, hierarchy was everything. The chain of command didn't just determine who gave orders and who followed—it was a philosophy in itself, a discipline mirrored in every aspect of their training. At the apex stood the Elders, Ascendant-rankers whose wisdom was said to shape the very essence of the sect. Above them were the Masters, Immortal-rankers whose strength rivaled the myths themselves.
Below them came the disciples, divided into generations: first-class, second-class, and third-class. Age determined where you stood, but your potential decided how far you could rise within your generation. Core disciples were taken under the wing of Masters, inner disciples by Elders, and the rest—outer disciples—were left to claw their way up through sheer determination.
