After cultivating at the Labhranns’ holy site for some time, he had reached the Immortal Ascension’s Ninth Stair. Now, he was only a step away from reaching the Mage Rank.

Meanwhile, Sophie had made arrangements for his Yogacara, which was a wave of invincible Sword Energy left behind by a powerful figure of the Primeval Age.

After making a breakthrough, he left the holy site and returned to the accommodation prepared by the Labhranns.

It was an independent courtyard. Upon his arrival, he noticed Henrik and Qusai happily chit-chatting away.

Wearing a saffron robe, the chubby-looking Henrik was leaning against his chair. With his feet on the table, he said lazily, “Brielle’s tournament is just around the corner. I wonder if James can make it on time.”

Beside him, Qusai, who was wearing a huge robe, nibbled on a tiny blade of grass, saying coolly, “I don’t think James is interested in Brielle.”

“Indeed.” Henrik said, “Brielle’s not an ordinary woman. If she was, I wouldn’t wa