Wangchen's lips curved into a faint, devastatingly handsome smile.
He didn't care about the vault, the tournament, or the terrified sect watching them. He only cared that she was staying.
"I will help you carry the ingredients," Wangchen promised softly, taking his place firmly at her right side as they began the walk toward their new, shared future in the Inner Sect.
Behind them, the legend of the Demonic Chef of Class 9 was permanently etched into the annals of the Celestial Sword Sect, ensuring that nobody, not even the most arrogant elders, would ever dare to complain about the food again.
***
The Celestial Sword Sect's Grand Plaza had transitioned from a chaotic battlefield of sparring rings into a theater of solemn, ancient tradition.
The setting sun bathed the white marble in a deep, reverent gold, signaling the commencement of the final, most crucial phase of the Grand Tournament: The Discipleship Ceremony.
