Meanwhile, just beside the Dark Shadow Spiritual Garden, nestled beneath the looming canopy of colossal emerald trees and surrounded by the faint glow of spiritual fruit blossoms, a meeting of rare significance was quietly unfolding.
A woman clad in obsidian-black robes stood tall, her presence as sharp as a dagger unsheathed. Three blood-red triangles shimmered on her sleeves like a crest of silent authority. Her sharp eyes, cold and scanning, swept across the surroundings as if searching for something—or someone.
This was Rosary, the representative of the Federation and a peak Stage 2 cultivator in her own right.
A heavyweight.
Only Crown Prince Darius surpassed her in strength, and her tightly furrowed brow made it clear—she was far from pleased.
Despite the grandeur of the wooden castle and the revered aura of the spiritual garden, Rosary's frown only deepened as her gaze landed on the woman seated leisurely across from her.
