The rooster hadn't even crowed when the younger generation of the Cao clan stirred, excitement buzzing beneath their eyelids.
The mystery of the "special guest" had consumed them, gnawing at their curiosity like a persistent pup.
Who, within the illustrious core city, was deemed worthy of witnessing their blossoming talents?
Despite their burning questions, etiquette remained paramount. They dressed in meticulous care, every fold of their robes an unspoken oath of respect.
As they reached the training grounds, the rising sun painting the sky in fiery hues, the sight took their breath away.
A martial stage, polished to a mirror sheen, dominated the clearing. Its sleek wooden planks promised a vibrant clash of steel and flesh.
Flanking it stood three pavilions, each offering shade and vantage points. But one pavilion, positioned like a regal king amongst its humble court, stole the show.
