Theron looked up. He had already sensed this person coming—everything down to their wild aura had been grasped from him.
Second Gold Resonance. A Tyre. But very clearly carrying an aura that was far more than what a single tier of cultivation could account for.
He was significantly older than Monet, maybe 20 or 21 years old, but he was only a single cultivation tier stronger. That didn't make Theron look down on him, but instead made him focus his intention on the man all the more.
Cultivation in Gold Mancy was slow—very slow. That Theron knew. There was a significant gap.
Even if one wasn't as fast as Theron, reaching Gold Mancy—the first tier, anyway—would be a ten-year affair at most.
But for the worst of Gold Mancers, an entire ten years to ascend one small realm was actually a dream they aspired to.
