"Go now and begin spreading the word across the training halls," said Ethan, his towering frame casting a long, commanding shadow over Mirah, Cardis, and Clare. "From this moment forward, my professional services will no longer be free of charge. However, if you have close, highly trustworthy companions who are genuinely suffering from severe cultivation blockages, you may direct them to me. I will consider granting them my personal aid."
The three girls bowed deeply, their eyes burning with absolute devotion, before hurrying out to execute his commands.
Ethan stepped out of the residential courtyard and made his way back to the main transit junction. Without a single word, he gripped his large wooden sign, ripped it cleanly from the dirt, and tossed it into the spatial depths of his storage ring. The two guards on duty watched him with deeply confused expressions, wondering if the delusional rookie had finally given up after just a few days.
