Prelude To A Grand Show

"Elder Zhelan, your words ring true," Saint Hero Yan declared. A glimmer of calculation shone in his usually virtuous eyes. "Our prodigious junior siblings would surely benefit from the esteemed Elders' guidance. And His Majesty… wouldn't he be delighted to witness the fruits of their labor? Perhaps this is just the sort of auspicious event to lift his spirits."

A cascade of murmurs followed Saint Hero Yan's words. Elder Zhelan and his fellow Supreme Elders exchanged subtle glances, a silent negotiation playing out across their faces. 

The thought of interrupting the trio's training was a hesitant one – the task of Divine Art creation was monumental, and even supreme geniuses often faltered in such an endeavor. 

Yet, doubt gnawed at their minds. What if, despite the time and resources lavished upon them, this audacious endeavor yielded naught?