After some time, Yu Xuan and Mo Lin found themselves inside a private training arena, rented at the staggering cost of 1000 sect points per hour.
It was expensive, absurdly so, but the price came with absolute privacy.
Isolation formations sealed the entire space, cutting off all external observation.
Unlike the public Training Hall, where spectators could freely gather, this arena was vast, silent, and reserved.
In the center of the enormous field, Yu Xuan stood calmly opposite Mo Lin.
The others watched from a distance.
"But I still find it strange," Yu Bo muttered, absentmindedly rotating a space stone between his fingers, "Young Master Xuan is only at mid-stage Core Formation."
Yu Hao snorted, eyes never leaving Yu Xuan.
"Your eyes have been dulled by counting money. Can't you feel the pressure from his physical body alone?"
Yu Bo paused.
"…You're right."
Even Lin Fan, who had been silent until now, nodded solemnly.
"I felt it too."
