And thus, Reon passed Round Two and advanced to the Third.
'Whatever… I'll think about Elder Qin Shi later. Whatever he wants can wait.'
With a casual shrug masking his curiosity, Reon made his way back to the waiting area, his steps steady, even as the storm he had stirred continued to churn.
The tournament resumed, and as Round Two continued, countless hopefuls gave their all.
But in the end—after intense battles, eliminations, and bitter compromises—only one hundred disciples were selected to move forward.
The rest… faced heartbreak.
Cries of despair and frustration echoed across the arena floor like waves crashing against stone.
"Ahhh!! Five years of sweat and blood, and I still failed to enter the Inner Sect!"
"Nine years! I've been stuck in the Outer Sect for nine damn years! And now I've failed again this year... I'm definitely going to be demoted to a Servant Disciple!"
