As the competition came to a close, the elders convened to discuss the results. Shenlong's performance had been nothing short of extraordinary, but his use of forbidden techniques had not gone unnoticed.
In the council chamber, Elder Yan spoke first, his tone measured. "Shenlong's strength is undeniable. But there is something unsettling about the way he fights. I suspect he's dabbling in forbidden arts."
Several of the other elders nodded in agreement, concern etched on their faces.
Mei Ling, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up. "He's using power to protect himself and to rise in a world that's done nothing but cast him aside. Shouldn't we give him the benefit of the doubt? The boy has potential that could greatly benefit the sect."
Elder Yan narrowed his eyes. "Potential, yes. But power like that is dangerous. If left unchecked, he could become a threat to the entire sect."
The elders debated for hours, weighing the risks and benefits of allowing Shenlong to continue his rise within the sect. In the end, it was decided that Shenlong would be allowed to remain, but he would be closely monitored. His growth would be watched, and any sign of instability would be dealt with swiftly.