Paren rubbed his chin thoughtfully while observing Garion from head to toe again. "A gym, huh…"
He slowly walked toward one of the giant glowing windows overlooking the Cosmic Terminal below. "I understand the general concept."
Garion crossed his arms proudly. "Of course you do."
Paren glanced back at him with a faint smile. "But honestly…"
He tapped lightly against the glass-like surface beside him. "I think creating a sect or school would be more effective."
Garion raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh?"
Paren nodded calmly. "In cosmic civilization, gyms are usually viewed as simple training facilities."
He gestured lightly with one hand. "People train there temporarily, improve their bodies a little, then leave."
Paren continued while holographic projections appeared beside him automatically. "But sects…"
A massive floating structure filled with cultivators appeared in the projection. "…represent inheritance."
