ay, while four men – whom Icaros assumed were controlling the craft – worked at the

his kind of grandeur – or

ind drifted back to what had happened after he'd displayed his strength: when he'd killed

said, then proposed that Icaros join the Li Sect, explain

des, I can always leave if things go wrong." A smug look crossed his face, but faded quickly

m not caught off guard again. Deimos could have handled that beast on his own. I suppose protecting Earth's

he'd killed to save humanity – his expression darkened

from a grand hall adorned with intricate carvings of my

eaving Icaros with an unsuppressible urge to slap him. Though he'd chosen to lie low, he didn't want to draw more attention to himself. He stepped off the vessel, letting gravity pul

something, a calm yet booming voice reached their ears – l

" The voice was followed by a light chuckle, and the hall's massive doors – more

t help but think as he followed behind Deimos. "Why isn't he surnamed Li, like the man Li Han fro

ttle adventure – and this new frien

urdity of it. The man before them looked so like a man in his

xuded no obvious majesty, a steady, indescribable presence surrounded him that made questioning him feel impossible. Ica

pulled Deimos into a hug – a gesture Icaros hadn't expected from someone he'd already guessed was the Li Sect's leader. They soon broke apart, and the man r

t, and clearly knows little of the cultivation world's common knowledge. Thou

ormal gesture and gave a detailed account of

gns of cultivation... interesting." The man grinned, a trace of surprise in

n. Yet you possess remarkable physical strength that rivals our experts. From Deimos's account, I infer you're a mortal with little k

me. He thought of a lie he could use, remembering how his brother Malakor had once cal

physical strength since birth. During the war that

k as the hall fell silent, dust motes dancing in the light streaming thro

ture in the cultivation world, for your village is no more. Will y