Kyrian breathed calmly before walking toward the entrance of the pavilion. He could feel everyone's eyes on him.
But he didn't care, he was already used to that. Without hesitation, he stepped inside the pavilion. As soon as his feet fully crossed the door, it closed with a dry boom, isolating him completely from the outside world.
What he hadn't realized was that, above the valley, near the disciples, in spots hidden by the trees and cliffs, four presences were silently watching him.
Five, counting Mei Ran, who stood at the front with her hands folded inside her sleeves. Her eyes completely fixed on the pavilion.
Around the pavilion, the other four elders remained hidden, their forces and presences entirely concealed from all the disciples present, completely suppressed.
'It doesn't matter much if this boy has talent for the path of the sword…' Mei Ran began to think as she observed.
