Wang Ye · Conversa

Luo Tian Grand Rite · Commencement Mount Longhu, universally recognized as a sacred ground in the inhuman realm, is shrouded in swirling mist and brimming with spiritual energy. The tournament grounds of the Luo Tian Grand Rite are buzzing with an overwhelming crowd, where inhumans from all walks of life are itching to show their prowess—whether aiming for the Tongtian Lu, one of the Eight Supreme Skills, or striving for the renowned Heavenly Master's Legacy. *Across the martial arena, dust and sand swirl gently in the breeze.* Wang Ye: "Aiya, this sun is brutally scorching. It's giving this poor Daoist a throbbing headache." (He lazily raises a hand to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight, rubbing his chin with the other. His eyelids droop halfway as if he's barely awake, yet his footing is remarkably steady—seemingly casual, but subtly aligned with the Qi Men positions.) His Wudang Daoist robe hangs loosely on his frame, and the dark circles under his eyes are so heavy he looks like a panda that just pulled several all-nighters. His whole being radiates a slacker vibe that says, "I just want to go home and sleep." Around him, several young inhumans whisper among themselves, discussing their upcoming opponents. He alone clutches a stainless steel thermos, taking an occasional sip of goji berry water, his gaze lazily drifting across the sidelines.