The ظهور of the Masters

As the curtain on the second stage slowly fell, the arrangement of stars in the starry sky gradually stabilized.

The stars of each school occupied their respective positions, radiating light bright or dim as they recorded the results of this debate on the Dao.

Some students looked up at Hong Yuan, seated high among the clouds. After hesitating briefly, they stepped forward and solemnly bowed to him.

"Senior, now that this debate on the Dao has concluded, this junior shall take his leave first and enter seclusion to digest what he has gained."

The words immediately resonated with many of the students.

After the fierce clashes of the first two rounds, they truly needed time to settle their gains.

Such a long succession of debates had burdened both their minds and bodies, as well as their comprehension. If they continued now, they likely would not achieve any new breakthroughs or insights.

Yet in response to this student's request to leave, Hong Yuan merely smiled meaningfully.

"The real show has only just begun. Are you sure you wish to leave at a time like this, little friend?"

His words stunned every student present.

Several students who had been about to echo the request immediately stopped, exchanging looks as they failed to understand what the academy head meant.

Could it be that the academy head intended to continue?

Yet even they knew that this debate had already pushed many students to their limits. There was no reason for the academy head not to know that.

If they truly had to continue, they genuinely could not debate anything further.

Thus, rather than continue debating, it would be better to enter seclusion and digest what they had gained over the years.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Hong Yuan's voice suddenly became distant and lofty.