The Revalis Clan's main arena was filled with noise and chatter.
Young cultivators filled the seats, some training, others gossiping while waiting for the yearly clan competition to begin.
Near the center, a tall youth with short red hair leaned against the railing, his arms crossed, grinning smugly.
He was Rovric Revalis. Beside him, folding his long legs on the bench, was Ragric Revalis.
He was the one with the yellow hair and a permanent look of challenge.
Rovric nudged Ragric with his elbow. "Do you think those twins will show?"
Ragric snorted and cracked his knuckles.
"Rynar and Rynor? Please. They ran off. Who runs back to a place that beat them?"
Rovric shrugged, eyes still on the gate.
"Their letter before they ran away said that they're coming back for revenge."
Ragric laughed, loud enough to draw looks.
"Revenge? Come on. They got pushed out by us before. Do you really think they still dare?"
Rovric tapped the railing with his finger.
