A week had quietly passed.
The air around the Gravitational Training Chamber shimmered faintly, as though ripples of invisible force still lingered in the atmosphere.
The enormous stone gate, carved with ancient runes and glowing faintly with suppressed energy, slowly creaked open.
A pressure like a tidal wave swept out, making the ground beneath Su Quan and Muo Qian tremble. They stood waiting, their eyes fixed with both anticipation and awe.
From the chamber's glowing entrance, two exhausted yet imposing figures emerged.
Shaurya, who had just appeared near Muo Qian and Su Quan with Lin Shu by his side, looked upon them with a bright smile, curiosity flickering in his eyes like the morning sun.
The two figures stepped fully into the light—Wang Tian and Luo Chen.
Their appearances bore testimony to the week of hellish training. Their upper robes were torn and clung to their sweat-drenched bodies. Steam rose from their skin under the faint glow of the chamber's aura.
