Five months passed in what felt like a blur of relentless refinement, quiet calculations, and carefully staged preparation.
By the time the exhibition day finally arrived, the Puppet Peak had transformed into something far grander than its usual industrious atmosphere. What had once been a place of research and craftsmanship now resembled a grand arena of prestige, ambition, and barely concealed greed.
Han Yu stood at the center of it all.
The wide demonstration grounds had been cleared and reinforced with multiple layers of defensive formations. Arrays shimmered faintly beneath the stone surface, ready to suppress any instability that might arise from the Jiangshi being displayed.
Elevated platforms had been erected for the elders, each seat carved from dark jade and etched with subtle protective runes. The air itself felt thick with anticipation, and that anticipation carried more than curiosity. It carried desire.
