Theron found his way to his seat at the edge of the arena and closed his eyes slightly. He entered a gentle state of meditation, the sounds of the world around him fading away.
Predictable. It was all too predictable.
He had a hard time finding these opponents very difficult at all, but at the same time… he found something within himself stirring.
Ever since he was young, he knew that he wanted to be an Imperial Scholar. But that was because his scope of the world was limited. He thought that becoming an Imperial Scholar would mean having access to all the best information in the world, that so long as he followed this path, he would be able to learn everything he wanted to learn, to fill his mind with all the knowledge he could ever want.
But after stepping into the world of cultivation, he began to find it all ridiculous.
Was this really the best the world had to offer?
