Luna did not plan to go all out. The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets rarely acted without certainty. The one they had sent was bound to be formidable.
Even if she tried her hardest, the result would not change. It would be wiser to go along with the flow—give them face and avoid unnecessary offense.
Seraphina, standing amidst the crowd, turned her gaze toward the platform.
She had been about to challenge Luna herself. Perhaps even battle Aether afterward to satisfy her curiosity about the masked cultivator's strength. But before she could act, the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets intervened.
Her attention locked on Luke as he took the stage.
"That man from the Pavilion seems strong," she thought, her expression sharpening slightly.
As she studied him, she discerned something strange—his aura. It lacked the fluctuation of spiritual energy. Smooth, quiet, fully restrained. That silence mirrored Aether's earlier absence of spiritual presence.
