A Walk Beneath Watchful Eyes
Harrier turned to him directly.
"Elder White, prepare several precious gifts. Deliver them personally to the Amethyst Summit Division. Our offerings may not impress an expert like Respected Leon, but they will be useful to his students."
Harrier sat once more in the hall, thinking carefully.
"Prepare a Seven petals spirit Lotus," he instructed to a servant. "And a mid-grade spiritual core enhancer."
He paused.
"And several protective artifacts suitable for young cultivators. Leon's students are said to be talented."
Maria added gently, "And include fine silk from our southern trade route. Even immortals appreciate courtesy."
Harrier nodded.
"Yes. Presentation matters."
He leaned back, eyes distant.
Leon had not merely frightened his son.
He had corrected him.
Such a man—
Was worth respecting.
And perhaps— Worth aligning with.
A faint smile curved along his lips—measured, calculating, yet sincere.
