A sudden knock echoed through the door. Fenley slowly opened his eyes and asked, "Who's there?"

"It's me."

An old man in white robes entered and pushed the door open. The elder, with an air of otherworldliness, was none other than Alloy Marshall, the guildmaster of the Celestial Alliance.

"Master Alloy?" Fenley's expression brightened as he quickly stood up. "What brings you here?"

"Just checking on you." Alloy smiled faintly and asked, "Fenley, how's your progress lately?"

"I'm now a grandmaster. Just one step away from being an ultimate grandmaster," Fenley replied truthfully.

"Not bad. Achieving this at such a young age is quite a feat. I wasn't as accomplished at your age." Alloy nodded approvingly.

"Master Alloy, you're too kind. If it weren't for your guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today," Fenley said, lowering his head.

"No need to be humble. Your success is the result of your efforts."

Alloy smiled and then asked, "Oh, I heard you had a fierce battle last night and