"This kid, just like before, enjoys showing off his quick tongue—but how long can he keep it up?" Elden sneered, watching Ethan's retreating figure as if considering a pesky insect.
A master of a peak had no need to concern himself with juniors such as this. So, with a flick of his sleeve, he let the matter slide from his mind.
Ethan strode out of Sky Hall into the crisp mountain air, feet landing softly on the winding stone path. That brief audience had left him with more than disappointment.
He'd weighed telling Elden about Ashen's real identity, but Elden's demeanor and cold stance made it clear: They were not the same kind of people. Telling him would have been a wasted breath.
