After Sorrel finished speaking, his gaze shifted to the distance.
There, a brilliant golden radiance surged upward, condensing into a pillar of light that pierced the clouds and connected heaven and earth. The spiritual energy of the swamp trembled faintly under its pull, like tides responding to the moon.
"There." Sorrel raised his chin slightly. "That's the source."
"I can see it." Ember's eyes narrowed.
"But first, let's deal with what's in front of us."
As she spoke, her gaze turned sharp, locking onto Ethan.
Sorrel and Eryon followed her line of sight.
"…That's the third young lady of the Sky family."
"The man beside her—he looks familiar." Eryon frowned.
"He's the one who caused trouble at the entrance of the Training Trial Secret Realm. The one who openly provoked our Palace of the Four Cycles."
Ember's brows slowly knit together.
She stared at Ethan without blinking.
