The Tournament had come to a close—but the fires it had ignited in the hearts of the disciples and elders were still blazing strong.
And so, as tradition dictated, the Xian Sword Sect hosted a grand banquet—not just to honor the victors, but to commemorate the rare gathering of legends, dreams, and sword light that had passed through their halls.
It was now a Festival of Blades and Wine.
As twilight draped the mountains in soft violet, the sect's central plaza was transformed.
Massive tables were arranged in cascading circles from the Sect Hall all the way down to the lower pavilions, glowing lanterns floating above like stars held in suspension. Golden silk banners fluttered gently, each embroidered with sword motifs—cranes, dragons, waves, and pines—all stitched in silver thread.
Hundreds of culinary cultivators and spirit chefs had been working for days, and now their efforts came to life.
Roasted Sky Crane with spiritual herbs.
Glazed Spiritfish that shimmered with qi.
