The middle-aged man's realm was decent—early stage Intermediate Supreme.
As for the old man with the gloomy expression, his aura was heavy and restrained, like an ancient tree rooted in blood-soaked earth.
An Upper Supreme.
Ethan's gaze swept over them calmly, already finishing his judgment.
At that moment, several more streaks of light tore through the sky.
Solara, Alix, Shia and Houda.
The moment these figures appeared, the entire Royal Beast Sect froze—then erupted.
"Welcome the Sect Master and the Supreme Elder back to the sect!"
The voices roared out in unison, rolling like thunder waves across the mountain range.
"Sect Master! Supreme Elder!"
Nox's body trembled as he struggled to stand upright. When he saw the familiar figures, his eyes reddened instantly.
They were back.
They were really back.
Relief, shock, and lingering fear collided violently in his chest.
Yet at the same time, confusion surfaced.
Why… why were their realms so strange?
