While the rest of the world was thrown into a frenzy—sects mobilizing, clans dispatching scouts, and rogue cultivators racing each other across continents—Riley remained untouched by the madness.
He was, as always, doing what he did best: enjoying the quiet, peaceful life he had built for himself.
While others fought over leads and risked their lives for power, Riley lounged on a sun-drenched riverside with a blanket beneath him and a basket of fruit beside him.
Some days were for swimming in cool mountain springs, others for napping under ancient trees.
He had no interest in chasing every rumor that made the world tremble.
Life was short—or long, depending on how you looked at it—and he was determined to savor it, not run after shadows.
That said, even he couldn't ignore the topic completely. Not when it kept slipping into the casual conversations he had with his wives.
