Late night…
The moon hung like a cold silver eye over the Immortal Living Pool Academy, casting long shadows over the ancient steps, silent halls, and sacred arenas. But silence did not mean stillness.
A storm brewed in the hearts of the disciples.
The Prime Disciple Selection Competition—an event whispered about for years—was now only a night away.
And with it came not only ambition, but schemes, envy, and hunger.
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In the vast courtyard of the Flame Spirit Training Grounds, sparks flew as Yi Zhao danced between molten stones. His shirtless form shimmered with sweat, veins glowing with heat, as he practiced the Twin Sun Merge Technique. Two balls of radiant fire rotated around his arms like miniature suns. His eyes were bloodshot from over-exhaustion.
A servant offered him water. He slapped it away.
"Not until I master the third phase. If I must burn, I'll burn to win!"
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