"If you insist on proof, then I'll gladly comply," Nero said calmly, his voice echoing through the hall.
"But know this—such an insult will not go unanswered. Every action has its price."
A hush fell over the assembly. The previously arrogant voices now wavered with uncertainty.
One of the elders from the Azure Dragon Sect finally gave a reluctant nod.
"Bring forth the Mirror of Ages," he ordered. A disciple quickly ran off, and moments later returned, carrying what looked like a simple, polished mirror framed in ancient jade.
But all present knew this was no ordinary artifact—it was a treasure capable of revealing the true bone age of any cultivator, no matter how skilled they were at masking their cultivation.
Nero stepped forward with steady steps, unshaken, unfazed.
His white robes swayed lightly, and his presence seemed to suppress even the natural wind that flowed through the hall.
