The thick, white-gold solar aura inside the meditation chamber gently rippled as the last traces of the Tian Family's high enforcers faded into the cold mountain mist. The iron-reinforced doors were securely sealed once more by Julie Faith's absolute defensive matrices, keeping the Cloud-Mist Pavilion isolated from the frantic, planet-wide hunt raging across the central capital.
Tony Clark sat cross-legged on his luxurious jade-carved bed, his standard lazy posture perfectly restored. Beside his knee, the magnificent Void Dragon's Shadow Bow hummed softly in the dark. He didn't waste a single fraction of his breath celebrating his successful mocking of the royal elder. Instead, his strategic mind turned inward, preparing to review his newly acquired Ethereal Sun Ascension grandmaster foundation.
