Next Steps

Lassim steadied his cultivation as he folded the last pocket of space, landing on the grounds of the Tempest's Cradle's Skybound Village. 

The familiar storm's rain and lightning seemed to rush to meet him, their energy blending seamlessly with his own storm-like spirit pressure. 

He straightened, taking a moment to adjust his robes and ensure the spare gateways were still attached and held securely to the special magic pouch on his belt.

The installation of the teleportation gateway had gone as planned, and the memory of his departure from the Sect Headquarters flickered briefly in his mind. 

He could still picture Rlyis's amused smirk and the faint surprise in his master's eyes at the sight of [Storm's Dance] through the use of his spirit sense.