Setting Out

In the heart of Great Marvel City, within the exalted chambers of the Duke Palace, a meeting of great importance was taking place. 

Elder Zhelan, his face etched with lines of wisdom and experience, sat across from the Venerate Elder who wielded the network crystal ball. The chamber was dimly lit, the flickering light of the crystal ball casting an ethereal glow upon their faces.

The crystal ball elder's expression was a tapestry of complexity, his brows furrowed in deep contemplation. He spoke slowly, each word weighted with the gravity of the situation. "Elder Zhelan, the threads of fate are weaving a complicated web. The Grand Four have caught wind of the news, and even with only fragments of the recording rings, it's not difficult for them to deduce the existence of geniuses capable of facing Heavenly Venerates in lower realms."