They departed the assigned residence discreetly, cloaking their auras as they walked through the bustling districts of the imperial capital. Ethan scanned their surroundings in search of a private, sealed cultivation room—ideal for suppressing the energy fluctuations that the ritual would undoubtedly trigger.
"We could rent a high-tier cultivation chamber at the central pavilion," proposed Ethan, looking toward the girl beside him. "The isolation arrays will protect the purification of your meridians, and it will be safer for you."
Isabella stopped dead in her tracks, crossing her arms as she shook her head firmly.
"Don't even dream about it," answered Isabella with a stern look. "You promised this would be special, and I have no intention of spending my first time with you locked inside a cold stone cave that smells like ancient dust. We are going to a real place."
