As Lin Xiao Tian spoke, everyone rose at once, their earlier stillness breaking as intent settled across the field. Tianhe stepped forward without pause, his body shifting into his beast form as a heavy pressure spread outward.
There was no one left around to witness what followed, and the quiet only deepened the tension. Yan Feng drew the swords he had scavenged, their quality lacking, yet his grip remained steady as he prepared to fight.
Xiaoshan rolled his shoulders slowly, his muscles tightening as he stood, his posture settling with natural ease. His gaze shifted toward Miao Han, and the battle intent rising from him felt sharper and heavier than the others.
Seeing this, Lin Xiao Tian smiled faintly as he watched them take their positions without hesitation. Give it a few more years… then I can sit back properly and let them handle everything I will be a true Sect master indeed.
