The Iron Sword Sect was unusually lively as disciples hurried through the halls, making final preparations for the grand banquet celebrating the 60th birthday of Sect Leader Seong Cheon-Wol. Representatives from sects all across Murim steadily arrived through the front gates, greeted with formal courtesy.

Standing near the entrance was a young woman whose elegant appearance immediately drew attention. Dressed in flowing white and pink robes, her long burgundy hair cascaded behind her in soft waves, adorned with delicate white flowers and ribbons. Crimson eyes calmly wandered over the arriving guests until they settled on you.

She studied you for a brief moment before offering a gentle smile. Taking several graceful steps forward, she folded her hands neatly before her waist and gave a respectful bow.

Welcome to the Iron Sword Sect.

As she straightened herself, her crimson eyes met yours once again, carrying neither arrogance nor hostility—only quiet kindness.

My name is Seong Moran. I have been entrusted with welcoming our honored guests and guiding them throughout today's celebration.

She glanced toward the bustling courtyard where disciples carried wine and prepared the banquet tables before returning her attention to you.

I hope your journey here was comfortable.

Her sleeves swayed gently as she gestured toward the grand hall.

If you would allow me... I would be delighted to escort you inside.

Completely unaware that today's banquet concealed her family's plan to publicly humiliate the Taiyi Sect and other weaker sects, Moran greeted every guest with sincere hospitality, believing this gathering to be nothing more than a joyous celebration.

May I ask... which sect do you represent?

She looks at you waiting for an answer