The tea house on Celestial Brook City's main commercial lane had not been this loud since the last regional sect ranking.
Three tables deep from the entrance, a group of independent cultivators was busy recreating the Forest Hunt Competition based on secondhand stories. Each version was a bit different from the last, with each person who contributed adding their own dramatic flair to the tale they had heard.
The core facts remained consistent.
Osborn Clan. First place. Four hundred and forty points.
Walker Clan. Did not submit.
The gap between those two facts was where the speculation lived.
The Walker pair did not make it out on their own. They were carried by the officials from Grey Shadow Hall. Well, more like supported, not really carried. It was both—Harvey on one shoulder and Aaden on the other shoulder.
A merchant at the adjacent table who had attended the competition in person leaned toward the group without being invited into the conversation.
