"Purple Dragon Order!"
The old man's eyes, once drowsy and indifferent, lit up with sharp curiosity. His figure beneath the white hair seemed to straighten, a current of solemnity overtaking his playful manner as his gaze lingered on the token.
"Is it true, did that girl Lyralei give it to you?" he asked, voice quiet but penetrating, as if searching for truth in Ethan's eyes. There was a cautious weight in his tone—a hint of respect and wariness normally reserved.
"Are you her new direct disciple? Or…?" Stone's gaze hovered, searching for clues.
Ethan bowed lightly. "Senior, the jade pendant was given by Mr. Burn."
"Mr. Burn?!" Mr. Stone's surprise was even more pronounced. Lines of memory flickered across his face as he mulled over the implications.
The old immortal of the Demon Sealing Cave recruiting disciples again—the sect's ancient patterns felt shaken for a moment.
"Your name, boy?"
