Back at the Coldwind Tournament Arena, tension once again thickened like mist over a spirit spring.
Currently on stage were two figures, both graceful, both deadly.
Wu Min stood at the eastern edge, sleeves fluttering in the breeze, her pale jade robes carrying the lion crest of the Wu Clan. Her eyes were sharp, unreadable. Calm, but not relaxed.
Her opponent stood facing her across the polished white marble platform: Fang Mei.
Unlike the younger Fang juniors who had earned the crowd's attention through surprise, Fang Mei needed no introduction.
Her presence carried the quiet dignity of a rising force.
Already ordained as an elder of the Fang Clan, she had made her name through strength and poise to say her rank was not ceremonial.
Her robes bore the Fang family's crest proudly, and her expression was composed, neither arrogant nor timid.
From the crowd, murmurs buzzed like flies around lantern light.
"That's the Young Elder of the Fang Clan…"
