The afternoon sun hung high above the temporary military encampment, its warm light spilling across countless white tents, supply wagons, and rows of fluttering crimson banners. The cheers that had shaken the cooking arena only moments earlier gradually faded into the familiar rhythm of military life as soldiers dispersed toward their assigned duties.
The competition had ended.
The wager had been honored.
The military kitchens had opened their doors.
And Elder Muo had won.
The members of the disguised Sanatan Flame Sect walked quietly through the bustling camp beneath the identities of ordinary logistics personnel.
No one paid them much attention anymore.
Some soldiers even greeted them with friendly nods.
Several cooks passing nearby respectfully cupped their fists toward Auntie Muo before continuing on their way.
"Congratulations, Elder."
"You've humbled our kitchens."
Auntie Muo returned every greeting with the same gentle smile.
"It was only a friendly exchange."
