Inside the training hall, Dahlia was in mid-squat, her face red and dripping with sweat.
The metal bar across her shoulders held nearly 150 kilograms of weight, and her legs trembled slightly as she pushed herself back up.
"Third set... done."
She dropped the bar back into the rack with a loud clang. She bent forward, breathing hard, her hair stuck to her neck.
"Ugh... Master's been in his room for three months straight, and there's not even a single room for him."
She groaned, wiping her forehead with a towel.
"What's he even doing in there? Did he fall asleep mid-cultivation or something?"
She glanced toward the hallway that led to Garion's room.
"Today's also the day that the old elder's supposed to come with the new people. If Master doesn't show up soon, they'll think this place is abandoned."
Just as she was about to continue doing other kinds of workouts...
Click!
The door to Garion's room opened. Dahlia froze, slowly turning her head.
