Beast Tide

Every morning, the prodigies gathered in the hall, then freely moved between the training grounds and the pavilions.

Some asked about magical arts, while others laid out artifacts they had brought from their clans.

In the evenings, they shared spirit tea and refreshments while watching the sunset over the Grand Canyon.

The awkwardness that had lingered when they first gathered at the guest courtyard had long since disappeared.

Whenever they spotted an empty seat, anyone could naturally join in, and they freely shared stories of embarrassing mishaps during cultivation.

Whenever Baek Cheong heard an interesting story, Baek Cheong added a comment; when someone asked about a magical art, Baek Cheong answered as best as possible.

Meanwhile, the final day of the Cheongryu Gathering arrived.

“It’s a shame we have to leave already.”

One of the prodigies who had gathered in the hall that morning spoke, turning an empty teacup in their hands.

The others sat around the table with similar expressions...