The treasures Ethan presented to Ashira in the two jade bottles were countless, sparkling like a handful of jelly beans—each one a small miracle of power and restoration.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Ethan," Ashira whispered softly, taking the elixir with delicate, trembling hands. She stepped aside patiently, beginning the slow process of mending her grievous wounds.
She could not see the depths of Ethan's cultivation realm, but she sensed his confidence—he was not one to flee from challenge.
Ashira no longer doubted his ability; her trust rested fully in him.
Ethan's eyes flicked toward Mr. Willow, whose vigilance radiated like a blade.
Then he turned to face Bram, his lips curling into a calm yet chilling smile.
"You said I was doomed?"
Ethan's voice was steady, filled with power and mockery.
"I'm afraid it's you who is doomed!"
His figure vanished like a ghost.
Mr. Willow's expression fell as cold realization dawned.
"No—he has advanced into Nirvana!"
