"Cultivate in closed-door cultivation and attempt to break through to the next stage," I ordered, my voice firm.
"B-but, Your Highness, the disciples—"
"I will take care of them," I said before Master Robert could voice his concerns. "They have lived lavishly for far too long. I will show them the true hell of training and mold them into warriors before the Azure Sky Competition. I cannot allow the offspring of the warriors I once fought alongside to remain this pathetically weak."
Master Robert gazed at me for a few seconds before speaking, a faint smile curling across his wrinkled face. "The Thunderbane Sect is in good hands. I have no worries now."
He rose from the floor and moved toward the small table placed at the center of the room. Taking out a pen and dozens of sheets of paper from his space ring, he began writing something on them.
After finishing the letters, he sealed them with his mark and handed them to me.
