Moonlight Flicker
"Good, as expected of my son. You have ambition. Whether we can hold our heads high this time will depend on you."
Shera's voice echoed through the training hall of Secret Sword Summit, heavy with renewed confidence.
The humiliation from earlier still burned in his chest like a stubborn ember.
"Hmph! Leon, you little brat, you've gone too far!"
Shera's eyes darkened with rage.
"If my Secret Sword Summit loses to his Amethyst Summit Division in this Martial Meeting… I will be completely humiliated."
As he spoke, his palm slammed down again.
To Shera's eyes, the table before him almost looked like Leon himself.
BOOM!
The table instantly disintegrated into dust, scattering across the stone floor.
Shan watched quietly from the side.
A faint smile slowly appeared on his lips—cold and confident.
"Father, don't worry."
He folded his arms calmly.
"After this seclusion… my cultivation has already broken through to four stars of the Astral Realm."
