"This Ethan has a character that's neither arrogant nor impetuous," Elder Adrian mused, swirling a cup of the delicate Peach Blossom wine between his fingers. The aroma rose sweet and faintly floral, a touch of earthy softness that contrasted oddly with his grizzled visage.
"He's not dazzled by his sudden rise in status. His mind is calm—he's truly a talent."
He took a delicate sip, a faint smile softening the creases around his eyes. "Good wine, indeed. No wonder Supreme Elder Burn spoke highly of it."
His eyes flashed keenly beneath thick brows, threading together thoughts only years of experience could knit.
"He is a physical cultivator," Adrian reasoned. "While I can't discern his true power, his ability to wield the eighteenth floor for so long means he's no mere prodigy. His strength must tower over every geniuse."
