The sun had barely risen when a sense of unease settled over the Thunder Court's grand arena. The atmosphere, once buzzing with excitement from the grand finale, had turned tense and uncertain. Rumors and whispers had spread like wildfire, filling the air with a palpable sense of anxiety.
Jiang Ting, still basking in the afterglow of his victory, sensed the shift in the atmosphere. He made his way to the resting area, where Zhao Song and other Fudi Academy disciples were gathered, their faces marked with confusion and concern.
"What's happening, senior brother?" Jiang Ting asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Zhao Song shook his head, his expression grave. "I'm not sure, Jiang Ting. Something is going on, and it seems serious. The Thunder Court elders have been in closed meetings since dawn."
Jiang Ting suppressed a smile.