Valery arrived in White Bone City in a single breath of time.
Space folded neatly around her, swallowing her presence before anyone—cultivator or formation—could sense her return.
The towering white structures of the city passed her by like ghosts as she reappeared within her residence, her feet touching the floor without a sound.
She did not waste even a heartbeat.
The moment her door closed, Valery released her divine sense.
It spread outward like an invisible tide, sweeping through corridors, courtyards, sealed chambers, and guarded rooms.
Servants, guards, elders—she ignored them all. Her focus locked onto a single presence.
"Oh?"
Her brows lifted slightly.
"Father is still cultivating."
At first, there was mild surprise. Riley was not known for long, uninterrupted sessions.
He was bold, reckless, and impatient—qualities that had shaped both his strength and his many scars.
But then her divine sense reached deeper.
Much deeper.
