The sun had barely risen over the Fire Mountain when rumors began to swirl like a brewing storm. The once-quiet whispers among the spectators now roared like wildfire through the valley, climbing towers and leaping across sect courtyards. Even the winds seemed to carry only one name—Kent.
"The Golden Naga Ancestor… he circled the mountain thrice in joy! Have you ever seen a divine beast express such delight?"
"A mortal cured the Naga's venom. He drank the serpent's blood and stood unharmed!"
"They said his elixir was so potent it shed cursed scales like dry skin... What kind of alchemist is he?!"
"He's no ordinary cultivator. Some say he's the true heir of the Immortal Physique Sect!"
"Someone from the lower realms doing all this? Unbelievable!"
