Chapter 5: Fang Yuan.
Elder Mo turned ever so slightly, lifting two fingers in a subtle gesture.
One of the Divine Ice Sect disciples stepped forward.
He was a tall young man, sharp-featured and dressed in the standard glacier-blue robes of the sect. His steps were precise, his demeanor respectful—no arrogance, but certainly no humility either. The kind of calm only those raised in the presence of power could naturally carry.
Fang Yuan’s eyes narrowed faintly.
Middle-stage Qi Transformation.
And barely twenty years old, if that.
His mind flicked back to the sect elders of the Fang clan. Most of them... were still lingering around that same stage.
He couldn’t help but sigh quietly in his heart.
This was the difference between a colossus like the Divine Ice Sect and a regional family like his.
The disciple bowed politely, a crisp ninety-degree arc, and placed a long jade box upon the polished pavilion floor with careful reverence.
Then, without a word, he turned and stepped back into the line of disciples, eyes downcast once again.