Each of the Sages mounted their giant white cranes and flew off toward the next firing position. This marked the prelude to their actual discussions. Naturally, the juniors stayed behind.0

Though it was called a shooting range, this place’s primary function was not to test artillery. It was essentially Ziwei Hall’s reception venue. The arrangements were meticulous, with outdoor tables and chairs. It was even well-stocked with wine chillers, offering a full range of beverages from both the East and the West.0

Qi Xuansu had originally planned to leave immediately after requesting a leave of absence, but before departing, Sage Donghua said, “The Heavenly Preceptor won’t depart until evening. In the meantime, why don’t you use this free time to get better acquainted with your peers?”0

Left with no choice, Qi Xuansu stayed. He might as well treat it as a chance to build connections.0

Qi Xuansu took a bottle of yellow rice wine from the cabinet, but the memory of last night’s Dreaming Death suddenly resurfaced. A wave of nausea surged in his chest and belly, so he put the bottle back.0

A voice asked, “Deputy Hall Master Qi, do you not like to...0