In the highest tower of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, a man of immense power watched Shenlong's battle through a shimmering mirror. His eyes were sharp, penetrating, as if they could see through the very essence of those he observed. This was Elder Yan, one of the sect's most revered masters.
Beside him stood his disciple, a young woman named Mei Ling, renowned for both her beauty and her exceptional talent in cultivation. She, too, had watched Shenlong's battle, her curiosity piqued.
"Who is he?" Mei Ling asked, her voice soft yet commanding. "I've never seen anyone break through the illusion test so quickly, let alone defeat Lei Xing so easily."
Elder Yan stroked his beard, his expression thoughtful. "That boy is no ordinary cultivator. His movements… they are too refined for someone of his age and background. It's almost as if he's hiding something."
"Do you think he's a threat?" Mei Ling inquired, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Elder Yan shook his head. "No, not a threat. At least, not yet. But he holds great potential. We must keep a close eye on him. If properly nurtured, he could become a valuable asset to the sect."
Mei Ling nodded, but her gaze lingered on Shenlong's figure as he disappeared from the arena. Something about him intrigued her—a quiet strength, a determination that went beyond mere ambition. She would make it her mission to learn more about this mysterious newcomer.