Lassim stood with his arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Sect Master Volten still stare at him with a mixture of shock and calculation.
The silence had stretched for far longer than he expected.
Volten, the Lightning Sect's most powerful cultivator, the newly advanced Spirit Prince, the strongest man in the entire southern continent , the man whose mere presence could bend the will of entire sects and kingdoms—
Was still staring. Motionless.
Lassim let out a breath, shifting his weight onto one foot. "So… are we just gonna keep standing here, or are we going to the Summit?"
Volten's eyes narrowed slightly, snapping out of his stunned daze. He let out a low huff through his nose, before turning on his heel. "Let's go then."
A second later, Lassim barely had time to react before the world blurred.