Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
The morning sun broke through the clouds, its first golden rays spilling across the Seven Stars Gang's Martial Arts Arena.
Dewdrops, still clinging to the tips of the grass, glittered with crystalline clarity.
In the center of the Martial Arts Arena, the green grass lay flat. Chu Fan sat cross-legged, as still as an ancient monolith.
Within a three-foot radius of him, the air seemed to congeal, faintly distorting.
Gold, cyan, blue, crimson, and yellow.
Five palm-sized cauldrons, each corresponding to the Five Elements Power, hovered at his sides.
They followed a profound trajectory, pulsing with a slow rhythm.
With every rotation, even the slightest shift, they left splendid tails of light in the air.
The fluctuations of the Five Elements spread out, causing one's heart to palpitate.
HUM!
A low, deep hum rang out without warning, like an ancient bell, scattering the morning mist.
