As soon as Kyrian declared the challenge to Rank 45, he turned without hesitation and returned to the exclusive ranked stands alongside Bai Zhu.
The two walked in silence.
Gradually, the Cloud Coliseum began to fill again. At first, there were only small scattered groups. Then, steady waves of cultivators crossed the monumental gates. The sound of footsteps, conversations, and wagers grew like a tide.
Nan Feng Yu arrived accompanied by two other leaders. Soon after, Mo Qian appeared, his expression restrained as always. Yun Hao also took his place, crossing his arms as he observed the golden panel suspended in the sky above the arena.
Other original ranked members of the Coliseum were already present. Some cast discreet glances at Kyrian. Others stared at him directly.
The atmosphere was one of expectation. But it was not a common expectation. It was an expectation directed at someone specific.
