When he got back to the Osborn clan compound, night had already fallen upon Magical City. The atmosphere inside the clan walls was more subdued, but the city outside was still bustling. The training grounds and courtyards were illuminated by constant pools of light created by lanterns lit along the stone walkways. From the outside yard came the faint echoes of wooden weapons clashing with one another.
Even at this hour, several clan members continued their training. The Osborn clan had changed considerably during the past months.
Discipline inside the compound had grown stronger, and more cultivators had begun dedicating long hours to cultivation practice. The steady supply of spirit stones had accelerated their progress, and the results were slowly becoming visible.
He walked through the courtyard without interrupting the training and headed toward the inner residence, where the clan head usually handled important matters.
