Tian Lei waved them off with the same casual indifference he used when dismissing flies.
"Enough. Go cultivate. If any of you don't improve by at least one small realm before the grand competition… don't embarrass yourselves by calling me your Sect master."
The ten disciples stiffened, cupped their fists, and scattered like startled birds—excited, terrified, and motivated in equal measure.
Once they were gone, the hall fell into a rare silence.
Tian Lei yawned.
"…Finally."
He stepped down from the platform and walked toward the cultivation chamber behind the hall—the one reinforced with thirty-six ancient formations, twenty spirit-gathering arrays, and three divine inscriptions. A place few in the sect even knew about.
The moment he sat down and crossed his legs, the entire chamber lit up.
WHOOM—!
