The group walked steadily through the bustling streets, surrounded by towering walls and the constant hum of gossip.
Eventually, they arrived at a grand stadium, its scale and grandeur a testament to the importance of the event.
The venue was packed with people, each eager to witness the spectacle of the Seven Swords Grand Meet, a tournament held every five years that never failed to deliver excitement.
The stadium wasn't just a place for combat; it was a hub for trade, alliances, and networking.
Merchants lined the outskirts, offering rare treasures and exotic goods, while sect representatives scouted potential allies or talent.
For many, the event was an opportunity to gain fame, wealth, or influence.
Riley turned to his disciples, his tone firm yet encouraging.
"Go and win."
The 24 disciples bowed deeply, their faces set with determination.
"Yes, Elder Riley!" they chorused before making their way to the competition grounds.
