The next morning arrived with soft sea winds drifting through the floating walkways of the Shanhu Coral Clan.
The sky was bright, the colors of dawn painted over the waves in layers of gold and pale blue. Lin Mu and his group stood outside the main hall, waiting as instructed.
Moments later, Patriarch Shanhu Haiyang approached, followed by five youths dressed in ceremonial robes of white and pale blue, symbolizing pure bloodline awakening. Their footsteps were light, almost rhythmic, as if they carried a natural affinity with water.
Lin Mu sensed it immediately. Their bloodline was not an ordinary one. It pulsed with gentle currents of power, faint but undeniably special.
"These five are the hope of our clan," the Patriarch said solemnly. "They alone have fully awakened the bloodline of our ancestors."
The five youngsters bowed deeply.
