Within the main hall of Nebula Manor, starlight coiled through the air. Gagner's burly figure, more than seven meters tall, stood at the center, the thick soles of his shoes stepping on the floor with steady, soft thuds.
He raised his eyes to Lu Yuan as the young man walked over at an unhurried pace. A trace of scrutiny toward the youth's temperament swept through his eyes, and then he spoke, his voice deep as a great bell, carrying the calm pressure unique to a Star Dome Realm powerhouse. "Lu Yuan, have you already gone to the Extreme Ice Temple and submitted a request to become Mentor Hua Rong's disciple?"
Lu Yuan stopped, his back and waist straight. Facing the headmaster's question, his expression was calm. He gave a slight nod, his tone respectful yet neither servile nor overbearing. "Yes, Headmaster Gagner. This junior did indeed go to the Extreme Ice Temple today and met Mentor Hua Rong."
As his words fell, an "as expected" look appeared on Gagner's face. The corner of his mouth curved into a meaningful smile, yet a hint of warning hid deep in his eyes, almost impossible to detect.
He walked slowly to the Ice Jade Soft Chair inside the hall and raised a hand to brush away the fine motes of light-dust on its surface. His movements were steady and elegant. Then he lifted his eyes to Lu Yuan, his tone solemn. "In that case, you have already offended Mentor Raymond."
He paused. His fingertips lightly tapped the armrest of the soft chair, making crisp duk-duk sounds, and he continued, "Mentor Raymond is an elite of the Star Dome Realm, and his eyes have always been higher than the crown of his head. Your insistence on entering Mentor Hua Rong's tutelage is, to him,