"…"
A heavy silence filled the air, thick with unspoken tension.
Then, within the confines of the coffin, the old man stirred.
His aged, withered fingers twitched slightly, and a faint ripple of energy spread outward.
He had activated his divine sense, a technique that allowed him to probe the cultivation base of others.
And yet—
His senses told him that Riley Mason was nothing more than a Golden Core realm cultivator.
Impossible.
The old man's ancient mind, sharpened by centuries of wisdom and experience, refused to accept such an absurd result.
He had personally heard of Riley Mason's meteoric rise. The feats alone spoke volumes:
A trash outer disciple, once dismissed by his own sect, had ascended in mere weeks to the rank of an Elder.
He had taught Dao Essence to mere children, something that even seasoned cultivators struggled to comprehend.
