Mu Renxue leaned back slightly, her golden eyes half-lidded. "You're not the only one who needs to step up. With your victory, the other sects will undoubtedly keep an eye on us—especially you. Try not to cause too much trouble... unless it's productive."
Tian Lei's expression turned playful. "I only cause high-return chaos, Sect Master."
She rolled her eyes with a slight smirk. "Get going, you little storm-bringer."
Then, her voice softened into something more serious. "The sect competition is not just about free spirit stones—it's also a way for us sect masters and grand elders to select candidates."
Tian Lei tilted his head. "Select… for what?"
"A month from now," Mu Renxue began, "the Secret Realm is going to open. It's an ancient secret realm that appears once every ten years. You're lucky—it just happens to be this year."
