"Flower crew!" The chanting of their team name filled the arena, and Ling Yue stared in awe at the crowd.
When he first presented the name to the group, he had expected them not to accept it, but as soon as they heard it, they agreed to use Flower Crew. Now, in the arena, everyone was screaming their team name.
Finally, after a moment, the other teams were called to join them all on stage.
The arena buzzed with an electric tension as Wei Jin stepped forward on the highest platform, his red-and-gold Phoenix robes sweeping behind him like a moving flame.
In his hand was his iconic Phoenix fan. He raised that fan, opened it with a clean snap that echoed through the arena like a blade unsheathing, and there was instant silence.
It wasn't forced, it wasn't demanded, it simply happened as if the entire heavenly realm had been waiting for him to speak.
