The old man stepped forward, voice low and serious.
"That is why I've come to personally invite you to take part in the upcoming Legacy Disciple Competition. This is not a mere tournament for glory. It is a sacred event held once every few decades, where the sect's most promising disciples compete—not just for titles, but for the future itself."
Nero finally stirred, raising an eyebrow slightly as the name of the competition was mentioned.
William continued, "The victor will be groomed to become the next sect master. Resources, techniques, and authority beyond imagination will be made available to them. They will be treated as a direct successor, second only to the current sect master himself."
He clasped his hands behind his back and gave Nero a long, evaluating look.
"The elders have already spoken. We want you in the competition."
There was a moment of silence. The wind stirred slightly, rustling the leaves around them.
