David's fingers brushed against the intricate carvings of a fifth-rank formation plate, its grooves shimmering faintly with stored Qi. In the dim candlelight of his private study, the air was heavy with the scent of ink and burning sandalwood.
His lips curved slightly, a mixture of satisfaction and something darker. Years of calculated effort and pretense congregated. As of today, he was officially recognized as a fifth-rank formation master, the youngest in the Jade Sky Sect's recorded history.
The soft creak of the door interrupted his musings. Kenneth stepped inside, his skeletal frame casting a long shadow across the room. "Impressive work, David," Kenneth said, his voice a mix of pride and ambition. "Your advancement has already stirred whispers. The elders are paying attention."
David rose from his chair, bowing respectfully. "Thank you, Master. Your guidance has been instrumental." The words were smooth, practiced, and devoid of genuine gratitude.
