Inside the vast Sky Hall, five figures sat in solemn formation. At the heart of them was Elden, the master of Azure Sky Peak—his bearing dignified, each gesture quietly commanding, the ancient pressure of cultivation radiating from him like a mountain in repose. Arrayed on either side, five powerful elders presided, their faces etched with years of mastery and ruthlessly honed authority.
Ashen stopped at the entrance, his posture deferential. Cupping his hands deep in respect, he set the tone.
"Peak Master, this is the boy who holds the Azure Sky Jade Pendant. I have matters to attend to; I leave this youth to your judgment."
"Mm." Elden answered curtly, his eyes already appraising Ethan.
Ethan's gaze swept briefly toward Ashen—a flash of knowing calculation in his expression.
