The morning sun cast a golden glow over Sun Lixia's villa, but despite the warmth of the day, a heavy tension weighed down on the estate. The once quiet, secluded residence was now buzzing with activity, as allies from across the region arrived in response to the urgent summons. Martial masters, guardians of ancient traditions, and respected elders—all answering the call for help in the face of an unprecedented threat—gathered under one roof.
Master Chen stood at the entrance, greeting each arrival with a respectful nod. His eyes betrayed his exhaustion, but his posture remained firm, projecting the strength he knew they would need in the days ahead. Sun Lixia and Li Xiaojun flanked him, their expressions solemn as they greeted old friends and allies. This was not a reunion of joy, but one born of necessity—one born of war.
