Orin stabilized his body. To his credit, he recovered quickly. He was likely the only disciple in the Sect that could have stood so close to such a breakthrough and come out unscathed—all of the others having had the protection of their elders.
Even so, he couldn't help but give Lyrah a gloomy expression.
He cupped his fists.
"Congratulations, Third Elder. Other than my master, you are the youngest of our esteemed Hall to reach the Quasi Dome of Heaven Realm. I wish I had known. I would have certainly prepared a gift."
"Little of that matters." Lyrah waved off his bow. "Again, what was it that you were saying?"
Orin shook his head. "Just small, insignificant matters. No need to worry about this any longer."
"I see. Then we should begin the process of opening up the Forest of Ice. I'm sure our subordinate Sects and powers have been waiting for this moment for a very long while now."
"Yes, of course."
"Oh, one more thing," Lyrah suddenly said.
