The Objective (2)

Taking a deep breath, the advisor glided downward. A few meters before he landed, a chair and a table appeared.

"A story is great with a proper company." Sitting on the chair, the advisor did not pull his palm at all and left it to give pressure on Supreme Elder. 

"That day, when your disciple was about to ascend, he encountered us. He already sniffed our existence months prior to that day."  From his spatial dimension, he took out some sweets and one gourd of wine.

"We hunted him down badly. It's worse than what you experience right now. But he has countless trump cards. To deal with him, we sucked our resources dry. Almost."  He took one gulp. "Whoo! This is a great wine."

"Anyway, we were his sharpening tools. Don't you feel weird that his strength abruptly increased? That's all thanks to us becoming his training dummy."