For Wallace Wills, the Martial Arts Association's greatest value lay in its official status.
Put differently, the Martial Arts Association held considerable influence among prominent families, and none wished to openly antagonize them.
Naturally, this didn't apply to Capital City's elite families.
Days passed swiftly.
Before long, the divine medicine's emergence day had arrived.
That morning, White City's heavens displayed magnificent layers of blessed clouds.
The clouds carried a subtle purple tint, and though their glow wasn't brilliant, they remained clearly visible.
Such a spectacle naturally drew countless eyes skyward.
Both common folk and martial artists yearning for the divine medicine gazed upward at the heavens.
"This signals tremendous luck!"
"The heavens smile upon White City!"
"This year will bring me wealth!"
Numerous people dropped to their knees and bowed toward the sky, displaying profound reverence.
The martial artists grew even more thrilled!
