Tian Lei stepped out of the inn and stretched as the morning light warmed the streets. Mist Leaf City was busier than ever. Banners for the Grand Competition hung from every corner, and the plaza ahead buzzed with cultivators showing off their strength or bragging about their sects.
He made his way toward the registration hall—a large stone building guarded by uniformed officials in black and silver robes. A long line had already formed outside, full of young talents from different clans, all eager to make a name for themselves.
Tian Lei joined the line quietly, hood up, keeping his presence low. His sharp aura was completely hidden under a simple concealing technique.
When it was finally his turn, the clerk behind the counter looked him over. "Name?"
"Tian Lei."
"Affiliation?"
"Independent."
The clerk raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "Alright. The entry fee is five hundred spirit coins."
Tian Lei handed over the exact amount, his tone calm. "Here."
