In just a month, the Osborn clan had undergone changes that were invisible from the outside.
The gate appeared exactly as it always did. The outer walls were still made of that familiar dark stone. The restricted sign on the information building's door had not changed either.
What was happening inside was a whole different story. Robert found himself at the first-floor window of the information building, peering out at the training yard as the early morning sun began to rise.
John Osborn was practicing his cultivation form in his personal training room.
One month ago, that form had carried the particular careful quality of Soul Manifestation Level 2 Mid-Stage—solid, experienced, but operating with the conserved energy of someone who understood their reservoir's limits. Now it carried something different.
