Many people wished to catch a glimpse of Riley, but he remained absent, preoccupied with matters known only to himself.
Despite his absence, a grand feast was held in his honor—an occasion that brought together cultivators from every corner of the continent.
The Stone Mountain Sect, once considered a minor force among the great sects, now stood proudly as the host of such a prestigious event.
Banners bearing the sect's emblem fluttered in the wind, and lanterns lit up the night sky like stars.
Disciples, dressed in their finest robes, moved through the crowd with pride in their steps, while the elders, many of whom had once walked humbly among giants, now held their heads high.
Though they were entertaining guests whose cultivation realms far surpassed their own—figures of near-mythical strength—even these mighty visitors showed courtesy and respect.
After all, they were stepping into the domain of the sect to which Riley Mason belonged.
