The imperial capital, Olivier's residence.
As darkness departed and light arrived.
Bathed in the morning glow, a figure in a gray robe practiced Taiji Fist. Softness contained strength, strength contained softness; the two complemented each other. The force of his fists sent leaves swirling into the air, only for them to fall and rise again.
His entire body seemed to merge with the earth, the rising sun, and the leaves.
Anyone who saw it felt refreshed and at peace.
"Olivier, I have to say, although your fist technique is sometimes slow and seems to have no power, watching you practice today, it really has a unique charm."
Cesar had appeared nearby at some point. Once Olivier finished, he spoke.
"When the heart is calm, one can naturally sense the charm of heaven and earth." Olivier smiled faintly.
Cesar often came to Olivier's place to freeload, so he had shown up now for breakfast.
"With your state of mind, it's no wonder you cultivate so quickly."
Cesar said.
The two chatted idly as they waited for Sophie to call them to eat.
"Sophie and Jessica's cooking keeps getting better. Tell me, after all these years, how come I've never met beauties like them?" Cesar said.
"Rosalie would be more than willing to cook for you, but you didn't want her. Who can you blame?"
Olivier said.
"She... she doesn't know how to cook. Let's not talk about her." Cesar said.
Just then, Sophie came over.
"My lord, breakfast is ready."
Sophie and Jessica were now both ninth-rank Archmages. Though they were already in their forties, they still looked as if they were in their twenties. Time had left no trace on them.
Although neither was as outstanding in appearance and bearing as Catherine or Victoria, the uniquely feminine charm they possessed,