Supreme Sword Magus, a tall and imposing figure with sharp features and a steely gaze, was deep in thought. His mission to find suitable candidates for the upcoming Immortal Spirit Gathering had been grueling but fruitful.
So far, he had selected twelve promising disciples, but his instinct told him there was one more—a thirteenth candidate who could make all the difference.
"Are you sure about this, Sword Magus?" Supreme Staff magus, Ruchi's voice broke the silence, her tone laced with skepticism.
She was a formidable magus in her own right, with flowing robes of deep indigo and a staff that glowed with a soft, ethereal light. Her eyes, usually serene, now held a glint of frustration. "We've spent a month searching, and all we have is a rumor that Kent's aunt Eila might be at the Eastern Deity Sect. This feels like a wild goose chase."
