In the blink of an eye, the fifteenth year since the departure of Minos' group arrived for those left behind in Armhands.
At the guild's headquarters, things were quiet, with no confusion, but with the daily hustle and bustle of the place.
The external members had been working for opportunities to advance in rank and become internal members, while the strongest were cultivating in pursuit of the 12th stage and the dream of everyone there.
The Upper Realm!
That was the reality for the guild's Supremes, while the Sovereigns focused much more on getting promotions in the guild.
Amid this, Kendrick was in the position of faction leader, keeping an eye on the development of his companions.
In 15 years, he hadn't changed much. His cultivation remained at the same level as when Minos had left, normal for someone who was already at the high level of the 11th stage.
