Mo Han stood quietly until most of the disciples had left the hall. Only a few remained, gathering courage to attempt the cauldron challenge. His gaze swept toward the front where a faint warmth radiated from the bronze vessel, its body etched with ancient inscriptions that pulsed like veins of fire.
He rose without hurry, smoothing his black robe, and walked forward with unhurried steps. No arrogance showed in his eyes, only calm determination. When he reached the cauldron, he clasped his fists and bowed toward Elder Bogi.
"Elder, this disciple wishes to attempt the fusion," Mo Han said, his tone respectful.
The old man raised a brow. "You? Hm. You entered my division only yesterday."
"Yes," Mo Han admitted without hesitation. "I am inexperienced, but I wish to learn through practice. If I fail, I am ready to accept the punishment."
A faint smile tugged at Bogi's lips. He stroked his beard and gestured toward the cauldron. "Very well. Show me what you can do."
