"Alright, show me your progress with the Peerless Immortal Technique," Elder Sun said to Yuan.
Yuan nodded and showed off his progress, which had reached the third level.
'To think he'd enter the third level of the technique after just a year of training… As I thought, his talents when it comes to comprehension are monstrous.' Elder Sun thought to herself.
"Okay, now show me your other—"
Elder Sun's words abruptly cut off, her voice trailing into silence.
Her expression suddenly changed, the light curiosity in her eyes vanishing as a serious and worried look took its place.
A sudden, almost palpable tension filled the air.
Elder Sun's brows furrowed, and her gaze sharpened, as if she had sensed something deeply unsettling. It was not just concern—it was the kind of reaction that only came when something was terribly wrong.
Noticing this, Yuan asked her, "What's the matter, Elder Sun?"
"Sorry, but let's end our training here. Something else came up."
