Garion was thinking about what to do, and suddenly his thought was cut short when a familiar voice called from below.
"Sect Leader Garion!"
He looked down and saw Elder Rendric, the one who had co to his flying ship before and was now standing with another figure.
The other one wore a grand black and gold robe, embroidered with fla and thunder patterns. His aura was calm but powerful.
Rendric bowed slightly.
"We’d like to have so conversation with you, if you’re free."
Garion smiled and nodded. "Of course. Co aboard."
As the two entered the ship, Garion’s eyes glanced toward the robed man.
"And who might you be?"
The man smiled politely.
"It’s an honor to et you. I’m Raviel Revalis, patriarch of the Revalis Clan."
Garion nodded slowly.
"So the famous clan head himself. Nice to et you, Patriarch Raviel. Please, have a seat."
Rendric quickly brought out a small table and a few cups of strong, fragrant alcohol from his storage ring.
Garion picked up his cup, sniffed once, and chuckled.
"Strong stuff. I like it."
He took a sip, letting out a hum of approval.
"Smooth. Not bad at all."
Raviel smiled faintly.
"Glad you enjoy it. We brew it only for our honored guests."
Garion set the cup down and leaned back slightly.
"So then... What do you want to talk about, Patriarch?"
Raviel raised a hand calmly. "Nothing too formal. Just... curiosity."
He glanced toward the distant arena lights.
"Your sect, the God Gym. It’s made quite a na for itself in such a short ti. Even I, who tend to avoid outside matters, have heard of it."
Garion only smirked without answering.
Rendric just chuckled softly.
"It’s rare, you know. For a new sect to rise so quickly and even win the once-a-decade Youth Grand Tournant. Only a handful have done that in the last thousand years."
Raviel nodded.
"And yet, your disciples didn’t use the typical mana arts. They fought with pure body strength and control. That’s... very different from the paths we know."
Garion’s eyes glinted faintly.
"Different doesn’t an wrong. It just ans we’re ahead of our ti."
Raviel smiled at that, clearly amused.
"You speak with confidence, Sect Leader. I respect that."
Garion shrugged.
"Confidence is what gets results. And results are what make history."
Rendric took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes studying Garion quietly.
"Still, I must admit, your thods are... unconventional. You’ve offended many sects, haven’t you?"
Garion smirked.
"I’ve heard that too. Let’s just say, those who picked a fight with didn’t exactly make it back to complain."
That earned a small laugh from Raviel. "I can see why the other sects are cautious about you."
Garion raised his cup slightly in mock salute. "Let them be cautious. Fear’s a good motivator."
The three shared a quiet mont as the night breeze brushed past.
Raviel’s tone softened slightly.
"Still, I didn’t co just to talk about fa. I wanted to see the man who dared to train without relying on mana."
Garion smiled faintly, setting his cup down.
"Then I hope what you’ve seen so far didn’t disappoint... but I’ll still need to correct you a little, Patriarch Raviel."
He flexed his right arm lightly and tapped his bicep with two fingers.
"We do rely on mana... maybe even more than you think. But the way we use it is... different from the normal cultivation path."
Raviel leaned forward slightly, curious. "Different how?"
Garion smirked. "Of course... I can’t tell you."
Rendric blinked. "You can’t?"
Garion grinned. "It’s our sect’s secret. If I start explaining it to everyone, it won’t be a unique path anymore, right?"
Raviel chuckled quietly, his sharp eyes glinting. "That’s fair. A secret should stay a secret. But..."
He paused, folding his hands. "What if I gave you sothing in return for it?"
Garion tilted his head slightly, pretending to think. "Oh? A trade, then? Interesting. What are you offering?"
Raviel smirked. "No, no. It’s the other way around. I’ll ask instead. What do you want?"
Garion leaned back against his chair, smiling calmly in a way that always seed to make people nervous.
"Alright, then. Let’s make it simple."
He raised one finger. "I want a cultivation art for the Third Realm."
Raviel froze for a second, his calm expression flickering.
Rendric, however, looked completely taken aback.
"Sect Leader Garion... do you even realize what you’re asking for?"
Garion shrugged casually. "Of course. A cultivation thod for the Third Realm. What else?"
Rendric frowned deeply.
"That’s one of the highest secrets in the clan! Even so elders don’t have access to it. That’s not sothing we can just hand out!"
Before the air could get too heavy, Raviel lifted his hand, signaling Rendric to relax.
His voice stayed calm. "It’s alright. Let him finish."
He looked back at Garion.
"You do understand, don’t you, that the Revalis Clan’s Third Realm cultivation art isn’t sothing shared lightly?"
He then gestured his hand toward Garion.
"Just like yours, it’s a secret, and even if I wanted to, giving it away would be making so problems for and other elders."
Garion chuckled softly and took another sip of the strong alcohol in front of him.
"Of course, Patriarch. I knew that the mont I said it. But I’m not asking for your personal clan art."
Raviel raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Garion leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table.
"Even if you gave it to , I wouldn’t be able to cultivate it. Our path is completely different. What I need is just information. A reference."
Raviel seed to consider this for a mont, his fingers tapping the table lightly.
"Go on."
Garion smiled.
"What I want is a book. If I rember right, it’s called [Cultivation Secret]. The first volu covers the Mana Refinent Realm. The second, the Mana Core Realm."
He held up three fingers.
"So naturally, what I’m looking for is the third volu for the Third Realm."
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