By the time night fell, the mountain was still roaring with excitement. Gambling houses overflowed, the air thick with shouting odds and crashing coins. People wagered not only wealth but weapons, treasures, even lifetimes of
The anticipation reached the peak and many couldn't sleep.
The night burned with noise. And as dawn approached, the mountain was already awake—crowds gathering before time, flooding the arena in a frenzy.
Meanwhile…
Sect elders from all over the 7 nations were restless that night. The selection of ranks was already done, and the disciples had dispersed to their quarters, but the storm was only beginning to brew among the higher powers.
The sects must choose a side for future favors. The winner will become a golden Heir and will be a commanding person. Having a favor from Golden Heir is a great opportunity. This is the perfect time.
Almost all disciples were already chosen by sects, except Kent KING!
