Time flowed like water, slipping quietly through his fingers.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Nothing major happened during that time, save for Admiral Shakat being formally invested as a Lord and retiring to his home.
The navy underwent reorganization, and some ships were sold off. With its main force intact, however, the streamlined fleet became even more formidable.
During this time, the fierce summer heat gradually began to fade, though it would still be a while before the sweltering season truly passed.
The blazing sun overhead still shone brilliantly.
The flowers, already lovely, bloomed more vividly than ever, their colors captivating and their fragrance sweet.
The grass covering the ground had turned a deep green. When autumn came, that lush green would gradually give way to a dull, withered hue. Life, too, would move from its flourishing peak toward decline and death.
Romon stood in the valley at the edge of Tatshaw Territory, with a giant eagle guarding him. He felt his own power, waves of nature's energy filling his surroundings, so dense that even the nearby plants swayed, as though their vitality had been heightened to its utmost.
Throughout this period, Romon had continued contemplating nature every day.
Yet Master Desika had reportedly begun condensing a new "natural body" after reaching level sixteen. To Romon, it sounded very much like the nascent soul of Earth's Daoism!
Level fifteen truly was a formidable threshold. Many people were kept outside it, but once they successfully crossed it, their subsequent cultivation became much easier.
Romon himself, however, had nothing of the sort, which surprised him greatly.
He had entrusted the territory's affairs to Fafier and Nick, and the affairs of the Giant Eagle Academy to Master Desika, Jefa, and the others.
The Giant Eagle Academy now had