Ethan watched the flying boat vanish into the horizon until it became a speck swallowed by the sky. Only then did he lower his gaze and open his palms.
There lay the items Senior Sister had left behind.
A top tier holy-grade spiritual weapon—the Prisoner Dragon Lock, its dark gold chains silently exuding a divine, oppressive aura.
And resting beside it, a blue jade pendant, simple yet warm, carrying the familiar breath of the woman who entrusted it to him.
Ethan closed his fingers around the Prisoner Dragon Lock and stored it away. Then he lifted the jade pendant and placed it gently around his neck.
"Althea… I'm waiting for your return."
His fingers brushed the pendant once more. A faint chill lingered on its surface, but when he touched it, it seemed to warm instantly, as if responding to him.
After a long breath, Ethan exhaled and stood upright again.
"Senior Asher, we can go."
Asher gave Ethan a measured glance. "Alright, let's go."
"Uga!"
