That evening, the chaotic rumbles of the city's civil war seemed to fade into a temporary truce as the capital prepared for the grand Pre-Summit Banqueting Gala. This exclusive gathering was hosted inside the floating Crystal Pavilion of the central district, a massive palace carved from pure spatial diamond that hovered gracefully over a sea of golden spiritual clouds.
Tony Clark sat entirely alone in a secluded corner lounge of the grand hall. His hands were casually tucked into the pockets of his dark hunting cloak, his signature lazy posture perfectly intact. He had recently broken through to the 10th Class Grand Disciple magus stage, and his standard cultivation speed had reached a steady 4.5× baseline multiplier, making him feel completely detached from the nervous tension of the other young noble masters in the room.
