Silence prevailed as their steps made muffled noises on the red carpet. After a minute of walking, Tahlya finally came to a stop in front of a door. She swiped her card on the side of her office's entrance, and after a flash of green light, the door smoothly opened.
Tahlya walked inside of her office and exclaimed without turning back. "Come in, feel free to sit wherever you want!" She walked toward a couch and sat on it then she quietly watched Fell choose a random spot in the room. He found a comfortable office chair to sit on.
"How much have you learned about Battle League?" She asked as she saw that he was ready for the serious talk.
"It is one of the many ways the Corporates of Heaven Ascension Court have found to distribute cultivation culture through the vast universe", He explained fluidly as he already knew the answer.
"Correct", she responded with her eyes flashing from surprise. "He isn't that dumb, then…", she thought while gazing at Fell's youthful face. "Then, what do you think they will do when talented figures appear in their game?" she asked the youth with a soft voice.
Fell thought for a few seconds as he remembered what Senior Mountain had told him. He thought about the second phase of the tutorial, and about how vast the mountains extended on it. His eyes flashed in a soft light before he opened his lips.
"They will probably nurture them", He responded with a short answer.
"Correct again, although that's their usual process but reality… isn't that simple!" she paused as her watery eyes blinked for a moment, "What If a genius from a universal clan played the game and made it to the top, would they also nurture him?" After asking her question, she calmly looked at Fell with a slight smile on her face and waited for his answer.
Fell's hand rose to his face and rested on his chin, his eyes stared at the ceiling as he thought about the specific case she put in front of him. He knew that cultivators were rarely altruistic by nature, although some of them might be. But the majority of embarked on this grand road to acquire immortality, and it was well known that immortality was a solitary road. Seeing your loved one die and watching your descendants grow could cause some people to grow distant from the mortal world.
The more one climbs on heaven's steps, the lesser the number of individuals he could meet. It wasn't a matter of power, strength or seniority; it was more closely linked to their psyche. Living thousands of years could change anyone's perspective about life, the way they saw others would change as much as the way they saw themselves.
He lost himself in his thinking for a minute or two before opening his lips to give Tahlya an answer. As he took his time to answer Tahlya's curiosity was lighted as she patiently waited while musing about the youth's response.
"It depends on the genius's background! Why would they feed someone who already has a plate filled with meat?"
Her eyes grow wide as she didn't expect him to give her the answer she wanted. She had thought that he was just another rich kid for New Casablanca's main districts. But the more she conversed with him, the more she found out that he wasn't like the others. The more she cleaned the dirt out of the jewel she picked, the more she was surprised to find that he was top quality.
If only he had taken it step by step, he might have ascended toward the higher realms much if he had gotten the top rewards in
"What's your current win rate?" she asked as apprehension appeared on her heart. "Even if he failed miserably, it will only make the journey longer…", she thought while gazing at Fell.
Fell lifted his arm toward her and made a three with his hand.
"Much worse than I thought…", she exclaimed loudly as her body softened inside the couch.
"Three wins", Fell added but Tahlya didn't seem to hear his voice as she was lingering on her nascent depression.
Her mind had already begun calculating the next course of action as the next two matches couldn't be lost. Suddenly her body shook as if it was hit with an electric shock.