Max looked around the gathering once more.
A little over thirty true disciples stood assembled across the vast platform, each one carrying a powerful aura and the confidence of someone selected from among the clan's younger generation.
Yet considering the size and reputation of the Black Dragon Clan, the number still felt smaller than expected.
He turned toward Lucia.
"Is this all?"
Lucia raised a brow.
"All?"
Max gestured lightly toward the gathered crowd.
"I mean, is this the full number of true disciples in the Black Dragon Palace?"
Lucia immediately understood what he meant and smiled.
"No, of course not."
She folded her arms and glanced around the platform.
"These are only the true disciples eligible to attend the Smelting Trial."
Max's eyes sharpened slightly.
"There is a requirement?"
"Naturally."
Her tone carried the faint amusement of someone explaining something obvious.
