On the highest seat, above the sea of disciples, a figure slowly rose.
A white robe fluttered lightly, untouched by the winds of the arena.
The Celestial Peak Lord.
She turned her head slightly, her voice calm, emotionless. "Yue Xi. Do not disappoint the master."
A disciple, standing behind her in silent reverence, bowed deeply.
"Yes, Master."
But the Celestial Peak Lord—
Did not stay.
She took a step forward, her delicate yet unshakable presence fading into the distance. As if the entire match—no, the entire sect gathering—was beneath her interest.
And then—She yawned.
A soft, careless sound, carrying absolute confidence.
"I'll take a rest. Call me when the match is over."
Then, she was gone.
The peak lords froze.
The disciples stared, dumbfounded.
"What?!"
"The Celestial Peak Lord… she just… left?!"
"After a thousand years of seclusion, she only showed herself for a few hours?!"
Disappointment and awe mixed.
