Atlas Ashmount hesitated for only a breath before forcing a smile.
"Heavenly Lake belongs to the Blood Tavern," he said slowly, choosing his words with care, "but I hope the Blood Tavern can reserve some cultivation spots for disciples of the Endless Mountains Holy Land."
The Blood Marquis laughed heartily and raised both hands, spreading his fingers.
"Don't worry. How about ten spots every year?"
"Okay." Atlas Ashmount nodded immediately. Ten places were already generous—far more than he had expected. He did not dare to ask for more.
At that moment, Ethan had already disappeared into the night sky with Solara and Alix.
Not long after, Ethan arrived at the western outskirts of Noble Sun City.
Several massive teleportation arrays still stood intact, ancient formations engraved deep into the stone. Though battered by earlier shockwaves, their cores remained undamaged.
