An hour had passed since the thunderous conclusion of the first semi-final battle between the Sanatan Flame Sect and the Situ Family. The battlefield, once a fractured ruin of scorched stone and shattered earth, had been painstakingly restored by the array masters and spiritual engineers. Not even a scar of the devastation between Situ Hang and Muo Qian remained; the wide arena gleamed anew under the sunlight, awaiting the next clash.
The Sanatan Flame Sect had already secured their place in the finals, their disciples seated proudly in their reserved section of the arena. While In thier VIP. Shaurya sitting with Lin Shu and elders beside them. Shaurya, his eyes shining with restless energy. He leaned forward, almost trembling, while beside him Lin Shu rested with her usual calm composure.
Lin Shu let out a soft laugh, her voice light as a breeze.
"You're excited as if you didn't know we were bound to qualify for the finals. From the very beginning, it was already decided."
