A dazzlingly beautiful and fragrant meadow. A barefoot, gray-robed man was seated in the lotus position here. He reached out to gently pluck a flower, then closed his eyes to sniff it. A gentle yet infectious smile appeared on his face which affected even the nearby Exalt Bowenya. This caused the latter to feel an even-greater sense of awe.
"You handled this matter very poorly," Iyerre said while continuing to enjoy the flower's fragrance.
"I made a mistake. I was too desperate for glory," Bowenya said rather nervously.
Iyerre stared raptly at the flower before him, as though he wanted to memorize every millimeter of it. "Your hunger for glory and your unwillingness to share it resulted in you not notifying me about this until the very last moment, when the Daoguard Tower itself was about to be destroyed. In other words, you only reported it when you were out of options. You didn't give me enough time at all."
