The sun hung high over the Feilun Sect, casting golden warmth across tiled rooftops and jade-green courtyards.
Birds chirped lazily in the trees, disciples trained in their respective peaks, and the scent of blooming spiritual lotus drifted from the herbal gardens.
Six months had passed since the fall of the Mirror Pavilion.
The Black Lotus Heart Fragment remained sealed deep beneath the sect in Elder Su's personal warding chamber, surrounded by thirteen arrays and enough talismans to make a beast king dizzy. No further corruption had stirred—at least none that dared show its face.
And so, for once, peace had reigned.
"Tian Shen! I told you not to touch that formation stone!"
*Boom*
A minor explosion rocked the edge of the Scout Division's training ground.
Smoke drifted upward, followed by the sound of coughing.
Tian Shen emerged from behind a scorched boulder, his sleeves singed, his hair puffed up with static.
"I… was just trying to modify the output flow."
