The moment the Albert family set foot in the Primordial Chaos Sect, Laden's senses were immediately overwhelmed. The air was thick with energy, so potent it was almost stifling, pressing against him like the weight of an invisible hand. It was a power he hadn't felt in a long time, and it tugged at his instincts. His sharp golden eyes swept across the valley, narrowing as he absorbed the sight of the towering mountains and the ancient trees that seemed to hum with mana. His lips curled upward into a faint, tight-lipped smile, but his eyes remained cold, calculating. There was no joy in the smile, only a grudging recognition.
The power here was undeniable.
