Read, Reserve, Rinse, Repeat

Guy and Markus followed the bald figure leading them through the alleys within the sect as it weaved through the carved out floating mountain. However, rather than observing the intricate architecture and beautiful structures around them, the Master and Disciple were wholly enraptured by the reflective, semi-spherical surface bobbing up and down in front of them.

"He's definitely in the Core Formation realm. I can't gauge his cultivation," Guy explained in a low whisper.

"But then why is he bald?" Markus retorted in disbelief in an equally hushed tone.

"I don't know, why don't you ask him?"

"Me? W-Why?"

"You were the one who pointed it out," Guy scoffed back. "I didn't care one bit about it. But now that it's been brought to my attention I just CAN'T ignore it."

"I can hear you, you know..." An exasperated voice spoke up as the man leading them came to a sudden halt. He then turned abruptly and faced the gossiping duo with a deathly glare.