A Monsoon of fate

We walked into the main building with several other disciples. Their white and gold robes fluttered with movement. A large stage sat in front of rows of seats. This sect was pretty big, I thought as I sat down. On the stage stood several elders from the top sect. Mandy sat next to me, looking exhausted. She turned to me and gave me a slight smile. A tall man with a black trench coat stood at the microphone.

"Today we are gathered here to celebrate the arrival of a new Immortal. This isn't something that happens every day. It's everyone's goal that follows the path of cultivation. Immortal Jason, please come up to the stage." His gruff voice filled the air.

Several heads turned toward me. I noticed disciples of several other sects as I moved through the isle. Some reached out to touch me, awed at my presence. It was weird for me. I walked up to the stage. The elders bowed to me as I walked past them. I stood at the microphone and pondered on what to say.