The journey back to the Stone Mountain Sect was uneventful, the familiar path traversed in the usual thirty minutes.
For long-lived cultivators, such a brief span was insignificant, barely worth a passing thought.
The towering peaks of the sect soon came into view, their ancient stone halls standing as a testament to centuries of cultivation and power.
As Riley and his group arrived, a wave of murmurs swept through the disciples gathered in the sect's courtyard.
All eyes turned toward him, but more than that, toward the breathtaking women accompanying him.
"Wow! Elder Riley sure has been busy in such a short time."
"I know, right? Where did all these women come from?"
"And not just any women—every single one of them is a peerless beauty!"
Disciples whispered among themselves, eyes filled with admiration, envy, and curiosity.
Riley had always been a figure of intrigue, but now, his reputation had soared to another level.
