Because deep down, they all knew—
There was no fear in him.
Just as the hall stood in stunned silence, struggling to understand why the mysterious monk had conceded, a voice rang out, bold and full of conviction.
"Yes… that is our Saint! Heavenly Moon!"
All heads turned toward the speaker — a young disciple dressed in the robes of the Heavenly Moon Sect. His face was flushed with pride, his chest puffed out, and his eyes glowed with respect.
"She is not scared of anyone!" he shouted, his voice echoing with unwavering loyalty.
There was a pause, then another voice rose.
"She stood her ground even against that monster!"
"She didn't retreat!"
"And she won!"
One by one, more disciples began to stand, clapping, cheering, voices rising like a rallying army.
"Heavenly Moon!"
"Our Saint is invincible!"
"She defeated that arrogant monk with her will alone!"
