Not even the red cauldron in his soul—his talent—had been helpful in that regard.
Speaking of the red cauldron…
Michael's connection with the red cauldron had deepened compared to when he first encountered it, that it felt a little foreign.
However, despite this deeper link, he hadn't been able to learn anything new about it for days.
It frustrated him. Depressed him a little, even. But since there was nothing he could do about it for now, he could only continue giving his best and move forward.
After making sure all his undead—aside from the griffin—were stationed where they needed to be, Michael mounted the griffin and began his flight back to the capital.
He expected it to be another quiet evening—just him cultivating until morning. But when he arrived home, he found Ace and Lia there.
