The heavy bronze doors slammed shut, sealing off the grand chamber.
High above the floor, the spectator galleries were packed with disciples and elders from across the peaks. In the eastern pavilion, Su Ming sat by the stone railing, watching the candidates with great interest. Elder Bai Zhen stroked his beard beside him, while the disciples and Ye Lingxi sat on the floor below.
Footsteps sounded as Elder Lu, the administrative elder of the Medicine Hall, walked over with a broad smile.
"Nephew Su, long time no see," Elder Lu greeted warmly, cupping his hands. "Your recent exploits have reached even our quiet Medicine Hall. Mind if this old man joins you and your disciples to watch the trial?"
"Elder Lu is too generous," Su Ming returned the salute with a polite nod. "Please, have a seat."
The crowd erupted into scattered cheers as each candidate stepped to their stone station.
