Back on the mortal plane, Silas's figure left a trail of light in the sky as he made his way towards his destination, the Knowledge Keeper's sect. Although the war was won, and the mortal realm seemed to have sustained no damage, Silas was still worried, he was the current sect master after all.
Soon, he flew over the familiar giant cliff and into the mountain range before reaching the small secluded village. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he glanced at the unscathed village.
As soon as he landed, a group of disciples rushed forward to greet him as they quickly dropped to their knees in respect and called out.
"We greet the esteemed Grandmaster!" Their voice joined together as they yelled.
A small satisfied smile made its way unto Silas's face as he nodded. A young brown-haired disciple who was leading the other disciples looked up at Silas with sparkling eyes as he asked.