Elder Lin Zhao's eyes narrowed as he watched Lin Fei move through the crowded courtyard. The young master's steps were measured, his face a mask of calm serenity. But Lin Zhao wasn't fooled. He had seen the flash of power during the demonstrations, sensed the subtle shifts in the spiritual energy surrounding Lin Fei.
"Something troubles you, Elder?" The soft voice belonged to Madame Bai, the representative from the Frost Peak Sect.
Lin Zhao composed his features, offering a polite smile. "Merely contemplating the complexities of the Sect Exchange, Madame Bai. Our young disciples show such... potential."
Madame Bai's answering smile didn't reach her eyes. "Indeed. Some more than others, it seems."
Before Lin Zhao could respond, a commotion near the main gate drew their attention. A group of cultivators in crimson robes strode into the compound, their auras pulsing with barely contained power.