Two Hours Left Until the End of the First Round—
Morning had broken not long ago.
The sun had just begun to rise, casting a soft golden glow across the entire sect.
Most of the audience remained in their abodes, still asleep. A few had started to gather, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.
Some had been watching through the night, too captivated to rest.
And yet, all the Elders were present—there was no trace of sleep in their eyes, for they had long transcended the needs of mere mortals.
They sat enjoying a lavish breakfast—not out of necessity, but out of habit or pleasure—engaged in lively conversation about the most promising disciples…
Discussing who had caught their attention the most, and who they were considering taking on as a personal disciple.
Elder Nin Wing took a slow sip of his wine before speaking with calm conviction.
