Jun Wu stepped out from the underground passage dressed in a plain white robe.
The robe was simple, yet on him it carried a quiet nobility, as though the fabric itself bent to his bearing.
He climbed the podium with ease and grace, every step measured, steady, and dignified.
For many in the audience, this was the first time they had ever laid eyes on him.
His handsome appearance and calm demeanor left them breathless.
The noise that had filled the stadium only moments before vanished.
Tens of thousands of people held their breath, as if afraid the slightest sound might break the moment.
On the stage, Elder Shen and Elder Kang exchanged a knowing glance.
Without a word, they stepped down from the podium, leaving the space entirely to him.
The stage was set.
The air was thick with expectation.
Now, everything was left for Jun Wu to take the bull by the horns.
