All of them looked up and saw a man standing there, muscular, broad-shouldered, with striking purple hair.
His posture was relaxed, as though this were nothing more than a casual visit.
He was the leader of the God Gym, the father of Giselle, the master of Dahlia, and the husband of Rachel, Garion.
Sianor glanced up and sighed, a faint smirk forming on his lips. "Took you long enough to get here, Garion."
Floren snapped his fan shut with a sharp flick. "Really… we were starting to think you'd forgotten about us."
Garion laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah… I ran into a bit of trouble with my cultivation. But don't worry, it's all sorted now."
His gaze then shifted to Rachel and Dahlia. "Still… I didn't expect the two of you to be the ones whose unique physiques would evolve into the God Physique."
He let out a low chuckle, clearly impressed. "You're both really great ones. Even I couldn't match your speed."
