On the fifth floor, the Hall Masters sat side by side, staring at the Dust Valley Sect elders and the young man seated calmly beside them.
The youth, barely twenty years old, carried himself with composure far beyond his years.
Confusion etched itself across the Hall Masters' faces.
They could not understand why someone so young had been allowed into such an important discussion, a place usually reserved for experts who had spent decades on their professions.
Watching their doubtful expressions, the Sect Master leaned back, a confident and proud smile tugging at his lips.
"Hall Masters, you don't need to be surprised. My son is exceptionally talented in runes and artifact refining. His presence here may shed light on many of the questions troubling you."
"Hmm?"
The two Hall Masters widened their eyes in disbelief. How could such a kid possibly enlighten them?
They were respected figures in their professions, their words sought after by countless masters across the land.
