"This was quite the ride," Wang Wei muttered as he flew toward the Elder Council Mountain. His glamorous clothes have been dispersed, meaning he was back to his white ceremonial clothes. However, Wang Wei changed to his iconic purple robe with golden stitching on the cuffs, featuring symbolic or decorative motifs of strings and control.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"It was quite an interesting experience," Wang Wei smiled. "But the records never showed any such precedents."
"No one has ever created as much Memorialized Luck for a faction," Qiyuan replied. "And I have a feeling the dragon also shares my view that you are the future of the sect."
"That's fine by me, as long as you don't drop all the heavy loads on me and act like you're retired."
"Of course not. I'm still young and have many things to do."
Wang Wei looked at him, and for the first time, he believed these words. It seemed that Qiyuan had worked out whatever spiritual crisis he was having after the Ultimate Taboo.
