Lirian crept away from the keep.
He had been in the dungeons visiting his favourite prisoners, when he noticed the three adapts, he spotted the other night, approaching Rupid.
Without delay Lirian went to the great hall and used a few spells to listen in on the conversation.
When he was finally done he slipped away with a mind full of thoughts he found most of the conversation enlightening but then there was one thing that had him concerned.
His concern however wasn't anything to do with the contents of the meeting but rather something else that he had been piecing together.
The cultivation ranks of this world.
Up until now Lirian had only come into contact with people up to the third grade of cultivation, and the order of ascension went, novice to adept and from an adept the third graders named each of the three path differently.
