Kyrian stood at the edge of the Central Plateau, watching the floating city move around him.
Feng Yuan and Mei Ran had gone to speak with the Leader of the Ancient Forest Sect about administrative matters, meeting formalities, recording the results, and perhaps one or two conversations about future cooperation. Kyrian didn't ask for details. It wasn't his concern.
He stayed there, alone, leaning against one of the enormous roots of the great ancestral tree that stretched to the edge of the plateau.
Below him, the floating city pulsed with life. Disciples from various sects walked across suspended bridges, carrying weapons, scrolls, and supplies. Some groups were already departing, small flying ships taking off from platforms scattered throughout the city, carrying participants back to their domains.
Kyrian observed everything with calm eyes.
