Morning came swiftly, the first light of dawn filtering through the windows as Hun Yu stirred from his sleep.
Today was the start of the Falling Star Tournament, and the city was already a hive of activity, alive with anticipation.
Hun Yu dressed quickly, his mind focused. This was the moment he had been preparing for, and there was no space for doubt.
Stepping into the bustling corridors of the Sky Wind Sect's residence, Hun Yu could feel the charged energy in the air.
Disciples from various sects moved with purpose, their faces reflecting a mix of anticipation and determination.
The opening ceremony was more than just a formality—it was the prelude to the battles that would define their futures.
