Bai Zihan didn't think much when he considered attending the Quan Clan Competition for their younger generation.
"Please come this way!"
Quan Lingshu led the way toward the elevated VIP pavilion.
The area was clearly reserved for the most distinguished guests.
Delicate silk curtains framed its open sides, allowing a perfect view of the competition grounds below.
At the center rested a broad, cushioned seat carved from spiritwood and inlaid with jade—a seat clearly belonging to Quan Lingshu himself, the Clan Head.
However, that very seat had now been respectfully offered to Princess Sun Yaoqing, its surroundings freshly arranged with golden trays of tea and spiritual fruits.
Beside it, another elegant chair had already been prepared—its placement and quality making it obvious it was meant for Bai Zihan.
Quan Lingshu had both seats prepared with equal elegance and care—crafted from the same spiritwood, draped in fine silks, and accompanied by trays of rare spiritual fruits.
