"Disciple will work hard," the young man, Kai, said respectfully, bowing slightly to his master.
Lyralei's gaze turned cold as she looked across the glowing barrier at Obsidian Howl.
"Obsidian Howl, do you think coming to our Dao Sect uninvited is wise? Aren't you the least bit afraid you might never leave?"
"Hahaha!" Obsidian's booming laughter echoed in the mountain air.
"Sect Leader Lyralei, please stop trying to frighten me. No one knows your Azure Origin Dao sect more than me."
He lifted his hands calmly behind his back, pride rising in the gleam of his eyes.
"While presiding over your sect's Origin Formation, I doubt you could muster the focus and power to handle me directly. You're at the peak of the sixth turn at best. Meanwhile, I," his aura swelled instantly, tearing the clouds overhead as the space around him distorted, "am already in the fifth turn of the Mahayana realm!"
