Tony Clark walked along the high mountain paths of the inner campus, his steps slow and casual under the afternoon sun.
He had spent the entire morning mass-producing seventy-five high-tier Blazing Nova Talismans, and his body was feeling the absolute strain of the grueling process. His muscles were slightly stiff, and a faint layer of fatigue hung over his eyes, but his posture still maintained its signature, lazy confidence.
He was heading straight toward the grand palace of the Academy Grand Elder to report for his very first official disciple meeting.
The Grand Elder's palace was an immense structure built from white spiritual jade, floating majestically over a sea of soft clouds. Tony walked through the towering entrance gates, where the Grand Elder was sitting quietly on a woven mat, a smoking incense burner releasing a calming fragrance.
