GASP
A collective hiss escaped the group.
The sheer implications hung in the air like a storm. This was not merely a valuable pill. It was the seed of a future powerhouse, the kind of treasure that could dictate the rise or fall of sect fortunes.
For the Inner Court disciples present, the temptation was unbearable.
Their eyes flickered with desire, their breathing grew shallow, and their hands trembled at their sides. Each one knew what this pill meant. For them, standing at the threshold of greater cultivation, it was the difference between obscurity and supremacy.
Yet none dared make a move. They were not fools. The hall was filled with witnesses. Even more dangerous, the sect politics loomed large in their minds. To seize such a treasure for oneself would not only draw envy, it would invite disaster.
Though they had the right of first discovery, the reality was harsher.
