The last applause still reverberated through the upper stands when Kyrian and Mei Li stood up.
The crowd began to move in slow and disordered waves, nobles commenting on the results in small groups, young cultivators discussing the formations with animation.
Qing Lanyue had disappeared without fanfare, and the thirteen finalists were being led to a reserved area where they would receive their prizes and formal recognition.
Kyrian did not wait for the end of the ceremony. He stood up unhurriedly, adjusted the crimson robe, and nodded to Mei Li.
She understood immediately. The two descended the exclusive internal staircases, passing by the guards who bowed upon seeing Duke Rong's pendant hanging around Kyrian's neck.
The VIP corridor was silent, illuminated only by jade lanterns that emitted a cold and constant light. Neither of them spoke during the descent.
