Morning sunlight spread across the Sanatan Flame Sect while mountain winds swept through the fluttering orange banners above the sect grounds.
The ruined training arena from the previous day had already entered reconstruction under Elder Wu's direction, formation disciples moving across the cracked platform while spiritual inscriptions slowly repaired the damaged stone.
Broken fragments of the Heaven Measuring Monument still rested near the outer courtyard like trophies from battle.
Several younger disciples walked past them proudly every few minutes.
One even bowed respectfully toward the shattered remains before continuing on his way.
The sect itself, however, no longer carried the excitement of celebration.
The atmosphere had shifted.
Not fear.
Preparation.
