“Run?”
A faint smile curved across Dylan Brooks’ lips, so calm and unhurried that it felt completely out of place in the suffocating tension of the moment.
Run?
To him, the very idea was almost… amusing.
It was true that Master Todd possessed some degree of ability—far beyond what ordinary frauds could muster. The summoning of a wraith, the manipulation of yin energy, even the chilling aura that now filled the room… all of it demonstrated that the man had at least stepped onto the threshold of true cultivation.
But that was all it was.
A threshold.
Back at the Empyrean Summit, practitioners of this level were hardly worth mentioning. They were as common as pebbles scattered along a mountain path—easily overlooked, utterly unremarkable.
Even if he possessed a spirit-binding artifact
