On the mountain peak, in the Sect Leader's Hall.
Chen Tianyuan stood before the window with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the distant, gradually darkening sky.
Behind him, a Steward bowed as he reported the day's events.
"Fang Han is now first on the overall ranking."
Chen Tianyuan slowly spoke, his voice calm, betraying no hint of joy or anger.
"Yes, Sect Leader," the Steward said respectfully. "True Inheritor Fang took the test today. With a single, effortless sword strike, he raised his rank from third to first."
Chen Tianyuan was silent for a moment, then a faint smile slowly appeared at the corners of his mouth.
The smile was exceptionally faint, yet it carried a touch of gratification and a hint of wistfulness.
"First on the overall ranking after just over two years in the Sect..."
He murmured to himself.
Such a growth rate was unprecedented in the several-hundred-year history of the Qingxuan Sect.
This boy's future was limitless.
