The sun had set, and the moon was slowly rising over the glittering capital. Lanterns illuminated the bustling streets, their warm glow dancing across shopfronts and carriages. The aroma of roasted meats and spices lingered in the air as nobles, cultivators, and merchants filled the roads, all abuzz with excitement for the grand day that awaited them.
Inside the Royal Restaurant, a few disciples of the Sanatan Flame Sect sat together, eating quietly after a long day of preparation. Most of their companions had already returned to the Royal Hotel, choosing to rest for the finals. The restaurant's carved wooden beams and silken drapes gave it an elegant, festive air, though tension hummed beneath the surface.
At the central table sat Shaurya, surrounded by his elders. Only Elder Feng Yu and Elder Wu were absent.
Shaurya leaned back slightly, glancing at the empty seats before tilting his head. "Where are Elder Wu and Feng Yu?" he asked, his tone calm but edged with curiosity.
