Old Master Li’s grip tightened around the delicate porcelain as he fought to contain his emotions. Tears rimmed his weary eyes, though he made no effort to blink them away. Ling Li had always been the apple of his eye among his four children—his pride, his legacy, his most treasured creation.
He knew he was biased, terribly so.
But he didn’t care.
Old Madam Li smiled softly, reaching over to lay a gentle hand atop his own, their fingers linking in quiet understanding.
As the live broadcast continued, their aging hearts beat in sync with the anticipation thousands of miles away.
Their daughter’s destiny was about to change forever.
Back at Camp Blaze, the atmosphere was charged with reverence.
Three thousand soldiers, dressed in their full military uniforms, stood tall and proud. Their formation was flawless, a testament to their loyalty and discipline. They weren’t merely attendants — they were witnesses to their Supreme Master’s pivotal moment.
The tension peaked.