Slightly below him stood five seats reserved for his personal disciples. Only three of those seats were occupied, and Jian Wushen took his place in one of them.
Below the personal disciples, the nine elders of Sword Peak were seated in a row, their expressions calm.
Below the elders lay the guest section, overlooking the main stage. Guided by an inner disciple, Su Ming took his seat. Meanwhile, Wang Tian joined the other participating disciples in the lower waiting area.
A loud chime echoed across the peak, silencing the crowd. The tournament was about to begin.
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As the chime faded, its heavy echo rolled across the massive amphitheater of Heavenly Sword Peak. In the center, the ancient runes on the grey stone stage glowed with a golden light, activating the platform's arrays.
