A day later, Riley received another reply in the form of a letter. This time, it was delivered personally, left waiting on his doorstep at the Thousand Stars Summit.
The letter bore the same signature, spiritual energy, and sword intent as before, a silent declaration of the sender's power and identity.
Breaking the seal, Riley scanned the contents. The message was brief, almost indifferent, but the meaning was clear—they would meet in a week.
There was no hint of urgency, no excessive formality, just a simple statement of intent. It was as if the sender already knew he would accept.
Riley, of course, had no objections. He lived as he pleased within the sect, unbothered by the passage of time.
Days blurred together as he indulged in the pleasures of life, whether it was spending intimate nights with his women, savoring the warmth of their company, or engaging in ridiculous eating contests with Fluffy, his gluttonous companion.
