At 8:30 in the morning, the elders’ sparring had already begun.0

It was simply a sparring session and not an all-out fight so it wasn't even as intense as the previous core disciples’ battles and individual matches. After all, the elders of each sect were powerful. If they fought seriously, it might be hard to stop, so it was better to keep it amicable.0

As for the real fighting, they would leave that to the disciples.0

On the first floor of the Black Pupil Tower, sunlight filtered through the tinted glass, casting rectangular golden patches on the ground. Occasionally, mottled shadows of trees projected in, swaying gently.0

The audience seats were packed with disciples and instructors from various sects. They stared intently at arena one, eager to see how the usually low-key elders would perform when they actually made a move. Even if they wouldn't go all out, it was still highly anticipated.0

This time, there were no official referees or any set rules. It was simply two elders making eye contact and then going up to the arena for a bout. Alternatively, an elder could issue a challenge request and the challenged elder could choose to accept.0

"Parsi, let me see if you've made any progress in these four years," an old man with entirely white eyebrows suddenly issued an invitation.0

Following his gaze, there stood a middle-aged man in black combat attire. His appearance was ordinary, with short hair like steel needles. He exuded a dangerous aura.0

"Since Elder Obi invites me,...0