At one of the many cafeterias within the vast territory of the Four God Nation, a particular hall stood out among the rest. It was a grand, open-air place built atop a floating terrace woven from ancient whitewood branches, suspended high above the capital.
Soft spiritual lights drifted lazily around the ceiling like slow-moving fireflies, illuminating the room with a gentle glow. Voices murmured, laughter rose occasionally, and the scent of warm dishes blended with the fresh breeze blowing from the east.
This hall was not a place for ordinary disciples. Every table was occupied by prodigies whose names carried weight across the Middle Domain. Young men and women who had returned from the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain, individuals who had clawed their way to the peak of Divine Rank, and geniuses who could tilt the fate of entire regions with a single decision were gathered here casually, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
