“Oh!” Clyde exclaimed. “You’re mistaken, Mr. Adrian. From now on, this island is yours. It will no longer appear on Celesta Rain Island's sea charts. Although it has only a micro celestial vein, the spirit spring here is more than enough for your training. Plus, all the island's residents will be under your control. You can take on apprentices if you wish and even establish your own faction. Celesta Rain Island will oversee and assist you.”

Clyde's offer carried a subtle threat, which Adrian clearly understood.

Adrian, wary of establishing his own power, responded, “Lumia Isle only has a micro celestial vein. I’m not capable of forming a faction here. Besides, as a level-nine immortal, I lack the means to build a faction. I prefer to wander, with the sky as my blanket and the earth as my bed, fishing and training each day. That’s enough for me.” He smiled bitterly as he spoke.

Seeing Adrian's genuine and straightforward demeanor, Clyde said nothing more. He pretended to be reluctant