As dawn broke over the horizon, soft rays of sunlight bathed the hill in a golden glow. The cool night breeze had given way to a gentle warmth, and the world stirred with the quiet sounds of morning.
Xiu Luo sitting cross-legged on the ground, he was immersed in the cultivation. His breathing was steady, his body surrounded by a faint, almost imperceptible glow of spiritual qi.
The competition loomed over him like a shadow, and he knew his chances of winning relied not just on skill, but on seizing every opportunity to grow stronger because he is the weakest among the remaining members.
Nearby, Zhu Jia stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she blinked against the soft sunlight. She sat up slowly, her expression slightly dazed as she glanced around. Her gaze darted to where Xiu Luo had been lying the night before, only to find him gone. For a moment, her brows knitted in confusion as she looked around, searching for him.