He Was

Chains rattled as Raiden stood to his feet. The man looked disheveled, but there was a vast gap between mere outward appearance and the depths of power within him.

Theron could see it all quite well. The empty pill bottles, the lingering Mana in the air, the dense lingering fragrance of one breakthrough after another.

According to the rules of the guild, Raiden should have been locked away, unable to see the light, unable to control his own thoughts, unable to even think of cultivation itself. And yet, here he was, having improved by leaps and bounds over the last three months.

This confirmed for Theron something that he had been speculating for a long while.

Raiden had the support of someone quite high up. In fact, the odds that that person was the old man were nearly 100%.

But wasn't that exactly why he sent him away?

Now… Theron would kill in peace.

BANG!