"Two mortal empires? Hmmm… I love the sound of that, Uncle Gideon. I'm sure the other elders are occupied, so I'll take the sect mission myself," Riley volunteered, his eyes gleaming with interest.
There were no pressing matters that required his attention, and this mission seemed like the perfect opportunity to leave his mark on the world.
Being popular was one thing, but true influence came from action, from making tangible changes that shaped the course of history.
He wasn't just here to bask in admiration—he was here to make a difference.
The sect master frowned slightly, his brows knitting together in concern.
"Are you certain, Young Master Riley? In my opinion, this mission is beneath someone of your status. It would be more fitting for another elder to handle such a task."
Riley merely smiled, unfazed by the remark.
