The spirit dipped her head.
[As you wish, Master. Step forward.]
A swirl of ethereal runes materialized beneath Shen Yuan's feet, and in a flicker, the chamber's surroundings dissolved.
The moment his vision cleared, he stood once again on the first floor—where rows of Silver Fox Sect cultivators still trained, oblivious to his presence. The spirit had maintained the veil that hid him from their senses.
Shen Yuan allowed himself a fleeting look at those disciples before focusing inward. 'They're visibly improving, that's good. The treasures were not wasted on them,' he mused. "I'm done here," he said quietly. "Take me out."
A brief ripple of Qi later, he was back in his own Dual Cultivation Chambers. The pagoda's golden form rested in his palm, its faint glow pulsing like a faint heartbeat.
