In front of the grand hall stood a square battle platform, approximately a thousand zhang in length and width.
The edges of the platform were adorned with fluttering banners, glowing vividly under the sunlight.
The breeze carried the banners, causing them to flutter and crackle in the wind.
On the eastern side of the platform, several elders from the Zhengyang Sect were seated. At the topmost position among them was the sect leader, Cheng Kun.
Cheng Kun looked calm, a stark contrast to how Chu Yi had seen him earlier in the Spirit Vein.
There was a teapot before Cheng Kun, roughly the size of a fist.
Occasionally, Cheng Kun would lift the teapot to drink directly from the spout, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he took a sip.
Chu Ruolin, standing next to Chu Yi, muttered softly as she observed Cheng Kun's demeanor:
"Look how smug he is."
Chu Yi, busy glancing around at the scene, hadn't initially noticed what was so smug about the man.
