Jun sat at the head of a table that had no business existing.A few days ago, this courtyard had belonged to Patriarch Guo and his students. Now it stretched across the combined grounds of five dojos, three of which had voluntarily demolished their own walls to create a single unbroken training field that could accommodate the a growing number of cultivators who showed up every morning at dawn, stood in formation, did not complain once, and punched the air until their knuckles bled… Which didn’t make sense, but it was happening for some reason.Over a thousand individuals who all committed to the most basic and introductory technique her Ancestor had taught her like fish to water.She knew it was more than a thousand… but stopped counting at around that mark because the numbers had made her vision swim.The Green Grass Blades Sector of the Hu Clan.Wu Xui had named it. Jun had opened her mouth to object and Wu Xui had smiled that smile and Jun's mouth had closed and the name had stuck and now it was stitched onto banners of pale green cloth that hung from every remaining wall in the compound. The calligraphy was beautiful. Zhong Da's wife had done it herself with a brush that moved with the precision of a woman who had found her calling in the art of making Jun's life progressively more complicated.A gorgeous green Jian with a white tassel was drawn in the center of it all.Jun stared at the five patriarchs seated across from her.Guo, Liang, Fen, and two new additions whose names she had learned yesterday and already wished she hadn't.Patriarch Sho of the Falling Leaf Academy, a stocky man with a shaved head and hands like shovels who had arrived a couple days ago with over two hundred students or more, whom all knelt before her for four hours, and refused to leave until she acknowledged his school's existence. She'd acknowledged it by telling him to stand up because (...)