There were less than three thousand years remaining before the Dimensional Competition.
Having had enough of vacation, Maximus decided to conduct a final sprint of training.
A few days later, as everyone returned one after another, Maximus began to explain his intentions.
"A final sprint training? Not bad. We can use this to warm up," Liam nodded.
"Hehe, is Father going to be teaching us personally?~"
"Hmm, I'll be your trainer,"
It had been a long time since he oversaw his family's training.
Usually, they trained independently, either solving problems by themselves or seeking advice from their sect instructors.
Only when they encountered a major issue would they seek his help.
"How about you call the family allies, Father? Fighting by ourselves is boring," Max suggested.
The others also nodded, thinking the same.
Fighting among themselves was indeed too repetitive and lacked excitement.
