Here They Come
The messenger reported, "Your lordship, I have some news from Divine Bird City. The situation has become…"
Wei Jun raised his hand to stop his men from speaking any further.
His dark gray eyes, reflecting light like lanterns, began to wash over the square, scrutinizing every detail with an intensity that seemed to illuminate the entire scene. His gaze drifted across the ten thousand disciples who were still practicing their combat skills against each other, each one feeling the pressure of his silent command. Yet, more than the pressure, their hope to meet his expectations fueled their efforts, pushing them to perfect their movements and strategies.
"Stop!" he commanded.