Chapter 631: The Moon Meets the Myriad
The barrier closed, and the terrace fell silent.
Inside the circle, the sea became a distant murmur. Formation pillars hummed around the arena, and a cold current gathered where none had existed a moment earlier.
Wei Zhaoran stood forty paces away with his sword still sheathed. His cultivation remained exactly where he had placed it before the gathered disciples—Peak Golden Core, steady and without the slightest fluctuation. Whatever else could be said about him, he had kept his word about the restriction.
And he is still dangerous.
Leon saw it in his stance. Wei's breathing had slowed, and the pale current surrounding him gathered along his arms and the line of his sheath. There was no wasted tension in his body. At ninety-one, he had never lost to anyone at his own realm, and that reputation had not been built on pride alone.
Good.
