The platform where Grim had fought Yang Jian remained exactly as they had left it, though the spirit himself had vanished along with his celestial companion.
Droplets of Grim's blood had dried into dark stains that seemed to mock his performance.
Grim sat cross-legged, his breathing regulated as he cycled mana through his system.
The mana was so thick here, it made Grim stronger. But, despite that Yang Jian had schooled Grim so easily.
[That was embarrassing,] Caius said blunty. [I've seen peasants with pitchforks put up better fights.]
"Thanks for the encouragement," Grim muttered, not opening his eyes as he continued with his training.
[I'm not here to coddle your feelings,] Caius replied. [I'm here to help you survive, and based on what I just witnessed, you're going to need considerable help.]
Grim's mana circulation faltered slightly as frustration crept into his thoughts. "Yang Jian was stronger than anyone I've ever faced. Even Xùyán wasn't that skilled."
