"You have become quite handsome, Taranis," Stormir said, a smile lacing his face.
"Not as handsome as you yet, Uncle Stormir," Taranis replied.
"Hahaha, come here, son," Stormir said, his arms open.
Taranis responded immediately, hurling himself at his uncle in a bear hug.
Once the duo parted, Stormir turned toward the gathered cultivators and said, "Come, let me introduce you to your relatives."
One by one, Stormir introduced the forty-three cultivators, all of them Thunderbanes and distant relatives of Taranis.
After the long, tiring introductions, Taranis moved to his abode, prepared beforehand as the Thunderbanes were already aware of his arrival.
The inside of the tent was wide, illuminated by Soul Stones. A simple single bed was placed on one side, and a table with two chairs occupied a corner. It was not as grand as his chamber in Heaven's Last Step, but it wasn't too shabby either. It was just… normal.
