Raviel's small flying ship hovered above the Revalis Clan's main hall.
From it, the Patriarch and Garion could clearly see the mess, such as broken tables, cracked walls, and several singed elders groaning on the floor.
In the middle of it all stood Dahlia, calm, confident, and completely unbothered.
Raviel crossed his arms and gave Garion a sideways glance.
"So that's her, huh? Your first disciple… the one who won the once-a-decade youth tournament?"
Garion smirked, leaning forward slightly. "That's her. Dahlia."
Raviel's brows rose as he watched her mana flare faintly again.
"I'll admit, I didn't expect her to be this strong at her age. She should be at least equal to a peak Second Realm cultivator."
Garion chuckled softly. "She's always been a hard worker."
He didn't bother mentioning that Dahlia had been cultivating for barely a year.
And that her monstrous growth was thanks to the God Gym's method and system assistance.
