The private gathering for the younger generation was held in a small palace not far from the main banquet hall.
It floated above a wide garden filled with immortal flowers that glowed softly in the night, their petals releasing faint mist that smelled sweet and calming. Beyond the garden stretched a large lake, its surface smooth like polished glass, reflecting the stars and floating lanterns that drifted slowly across it.
Meng Bai stood at the entrance for a moment, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.
"So many people…" he muttered.
Dongxu Ning stood beside him, adjusting her robes.
She wore a pale blue dress that shimmered faintly under the moonlight, with silver thread s made from crushed jade that made patterns shaped like flowing rivers. Compared to the armored and leather clad fighters they were used to seeing, she looked gentle and refined.
"Relax," she said with a small smile. "They are all from our generation. Just talk normally."
