The following days, news from the Array Association spread like wildfire throughout Mystic City.
Everywhere people gathered—in taverns, in tea houses, even on the crowded streets—the same topic dominated conversations.
"Can you believe it?" a thin old man asked, leaning across the table toward his companion as he nursed a cup of warm wine.
"Of course I can believe it," his friend replied confidently. "Everyone has seen Young Master Wu's mastery in array formation. Why should it be strange for him to host an open lecture? In fact, it's long overdue."
"Nonsense! What do you know?" A tall, burly man from the next table snorted in disdain, his voice loud enough for the entire tavern to hear.
He leaned back with his arms crossed, lips curled into a sneer. "Just because the brat was lucky enough to create the array plates, he thinks himself worthy to lecture others. How dare he, when there are masters older than his father among the Array Association!"
