Frost Beneath the Hidden Edge
"Haha, Junior Brother Leon, looks like your Amethyst Summit Division's ultimate technique is only so-so."
Shera could no longer remain calm at this moment.
When could he boast if not now?
His laughter rolled out openly, almost too loudly, carrying across the high stone viewing platform where elders sat cloaked beneath drifting banners. His black robes stirred in the mountain wind, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
The other party had already used her ultimate move and hadn't even wounded his son.
The outcome was already obvious… right?
Beside him, Leon sat in quiet composure, midnight robes marked with thin amethyst embroidery stirring lightly in the breeze. His long black hair brushed his shoulders, framing those unreadable purple eyes.
He only glanced at Shera once.
Then smiled.
A strange smile.
A smile that made Shera's confidence waver for reasons he could not name.
