He sighed, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of ages.
"Immortals can tear through space and travel vast distances in mere minutes using these spatial rifts, journeys that would normally take days."
"Yet, even they are far from understanding the true nature of space."
The session ended, and the disciples dispersed, their minds buzzing with the profound concepts Elder Zhao had shared.
Ye Yang, however, felt a renewed sense of purpose. The questions about space and its manipulation had ignited a fire within him.
He knew the path ahead was long and arduous, but he was no longer stumbling blindly in the dark. He had a direction, a starting point.
Instead of joining the other disciples for other classes, Ye Yang headed straight to the library.
The musty smell of old parchment and bound leather was a comfort to him.
