The old man arrived quietly, as though he did not wish to draw attention to himself despite the overwhelming presence of the army around them. His steps were steady now, no longer dragging or uneven like before, and the faint instability in his aura told a clear story of a cultivation that had been restored but not yet fully settled. When he reached Lucas, he did not hesitate. He lowered his head and bowed deeply, both hands clenched in front of him with a restraint that spoke of discipline rather than fear.
Lucas turned toward him and studied him for a moment. There was no hostility in his gaze, only recognition and a faint sense of satisfaction. He nodded in return, acknowledging the bow without ceremony.
"I am glad you came," Lucas said calmly. "I was beginning to wonder if the message would reach you in time."
