Unlike the buzzing disciples, the Saint Heroes wore expressions as dark as the abyss. Their pride, so carefully cultivated over the years, had been torn to shreds. Each harbored a complex brew of emotions, silently seething.
Bowing deeply to the Palace Lord, Cain, Kali, and Luo Na expressed their gratitude. Even Kali, known to balk at authority, held back any sarcastic quip. It was unwise to antagonize a Demi-God.
Turning to Elder Zhelan, Cain inquired, "I assume there will be a way to have our Divine Scrolls copied and spread for the benefit of our factions, correct?"
With a nod, Elder Zhelan assured them he would make arrangements. Addressing the crowd, he declared, "Our Special Heroes have been truly blessed. Those with proficiency in Ice, Sword, Soul, or Lightning Dao – you may soon reap immense rewards in your cultivation!"