As evening fell, the clashes between the young Saint Experts in Dragon Tiger Town had nearly come to an end.
To ordinary people, this might have been just another ordinary day, but to the Elder Celestial Master standing atop Dragon Tiger Mountain Peak, it held a different kind of splendor.
A night where fish and dragons danced.
He watched as those distinct, youthful auras converged and intertwined, as if he were watching a grand play from afar, or perhaps seeing a reflection of his own magnificent past.
The thrill of Magical Combat, the arrogance of youth, the passion burning bright.
However, all banquets must come to an end, and no play goes on forever.
He quietly watched as those auras finally separated, scattering to different parts of the city, then gradually retracting and vanishing.
Within Dragon Tiger Town, the tranquility of the night was restored once more.
Only the waning moon in the sky remained, its light shining upon the past and present alike.
