This Mystic Realm contained numerous dwellings. The space wasn't just adequate for people to live in—it could easily house an entire sect.
But my main goal was staying hidden. So I just cleaned up one spot until it felt right.
"With this Mystic Realm, I won't need to panic even if I lose the Power of Martial Saint," I thought to myself.
Still, I knew deep down that I had to get stronger fast.
Borrowed power could never be truly dependable.
Right now, everything looked calm on the surface.
But I was well aware that countless hidden enemies were waiting in the shadows.
People like Garcia Coleman, the Michelle Sect, and those two from the Eve family at the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
They probably weren't making their move because they didn't want to face the Power of Martial Saint inside me.
Once I got everything sorted here, I focused on Leigh Simpson.
"How do I get into this Mystic Realm next time?" I asked.
