Michael blinked. He does?
—Mid-grade. Wind attribute. It's not amazing, but it's not bad either. In the cultivation world, a mid-grade root is enough to be taken in as a proper disciple by a powerful sect. He could cultivate if given a path.
Michael's gaze sharpened as he looked at the boy.
Mid-grade wind spirit root.
That changed things.
And Lia?
There was a pause.
Jester's tone turned flat. —Nothing. He's just a mortal. No root at all.
Michael sighed inwardly.
Still… it didn't change what he'd already decided.
Power could come in many forms.
Even if Lia couldn't cultivate in the cultivation way, there were other paths.
With effort—and a cheat like him backing them—it might still be enough.
He looked at the two boys again. Ace's face was drawn, serious, still digesting the idea of what lay ahead. Lia's was more defiant, a subtle edge in his posture.
They didn't know it yet, but this moment would change their lives.
Michael leaned forward slightly.
