Wang Xuan stood tall and balanced, an embodiment of strength in his prime. The morning sun bathed him in a golden hue, making him a radiant figure against the somber backdrop of the memorial hall. For those present, it seemed he was glowing, his impending rise to the level of Master drawing every eye.0

Inside, the two Masters of the New Arts faction exuded a cold aloofness, their expressions stark in contrast to Wang Xuan's radiance.0

The atmosphere grew thick with tension. Wang Xuan's eyes sparkled brilliantly, while Master Sun Chuan's hands, clenched tightly, betrayed a hint of tremor. The disparity in their reactions sparked whispers among the onlookers.0

An invisible force seemed to manifest between them, causing nearby mourning ribbons and flowers...0