Several days passed after Robert stood on the high platform watching the clan below him.
Life inside the Osborn Clan had settled into a rhythm that felt, for the first time in a long while, genuinely stable. The Cultivation Hall ran smoothly each morning, its rooms filled with members working through their training without interruption.
The information network kept expanding outward, city by city, each new point adding another thread to the web Sai had built. Trade continued without trouble. Recruitment continued without effort. Robert spent most of his days now reviewing reports and thinking ahead, planning growth that no longer needed to happen under the shadow of an immediate threat.
It was, in many ways, the quiet he had been working towards since the night the spatial lock collapsed.
