In the VIP training room, Garion stood with his arms crossed while Raviel lay flat on the ground, panting and covered in sweat.
Garion tilted his head.
"Alright, Patriarch, now tell me how you cultivate and how you fight. I need to know so I can customize your next workout plan."
Raviel raised an eyebrow, still catching his breath.
"What do you mean by customized? And why does how I cultivate matter for training?"
Garion smirked. "Because the Squats, push-ups, and sit-ups I give you are just ab exercises."
He flexed his body. "To make you stronger, I need to customize the program to you."
He crouched and narrowed his eyes.
"So tell me everything about your cultivation method, your fighting habits, how you handle mana, everything."
Raviel groaned, sitting up slowly. "You really don't make things easy, do you?"
Garion shrugged. "I make them effective. Now talk."
Raviel sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Fine. My cultivation's pretty standard."
