The crowd gazed at the Flame Fire, their expressions filled with excitement.
Su Chen found it hard to relate. It wasn't that he lacked a sense of belonging to the Bronze Sect, but he just hadn't personally experienced much of the impact of the Flame Fire's decline.
Even during the incident with Qin Yun, when the Four Great Sects and the Royal Court had come bearing down on them, he had mostly heard the stories secondhand. In contrast, everyone here had grown up in the Sect, their families stretching back for generations.
They had felt the impact of the Flame Fire's decline and the Sect's gradual decay in every aspect of their lives; it was a sharp sword hanging over all their heads.
And now that things finally seemed to be improving, how could they not be ecstatic?
