The two returned to the throne room, finding Sherry and the others a bit bored. They couldn't be blamed as Alex and Zekhram took more than half a day.
"Atlas, we are done here." Zekhram raised his hand, shouting with full vigor. He wasn't like someone who was tired even though his face already showed such symptoms.
Atlas nodded before coming closer to Alex. "Congratulations."
Alex smiled and pointed his finger to Zekhram. "Thank you. It's Elder Zekhram's efforts."
"Since you have finished creating your weapons, will you cultivate right now?" Atlas asked. He purposely didn't ask anything about the weapons as to prevent Alex from thinking he had ulterior motives.
"Yes, if possible."
"Don't worry. The Soul Altar isn't that brittle. You may bring your friends together with you." Atlas then turned to Zekhram. "What are you going to do?"
