It was already late at night when he got home.
Loa enjoyed a comfortable hot bath. The water rose over his shoulders, slowly melting away the day's fatigue. He leaned against the rim of the tub, eyes closed, recalling tonight's battle.
Marcus's final strike really had packed a punch. Aurora Star River Fall-the name suited the move, and its power was the real deal. If Loa hadn't gained a new understanding of Wind Threads Turn to Dust beforehand, winning wouldn't have been so easy.
After this fight, he had a clearer sense of where his strength stood.
Below the Saint level, he probably had no rivals left.
Unless his opponent had cheats too.
Still, those people constantly trying to recruit him really were a nuisance. Today the Glory Legion had left, but tomorrow there would be the other seven great legions, and the day after, people from the Religious Judgment Office might come knocking.
Rather than let them take turns bothering him, he might as well find himself a backer.
He had already decided on one-the Dawson Chamber of Commerce.
It was one of the three great chambers of commerce, large enough to fit the bill. He knew people there and got along well with both Myron and Cass, while Yale was an old friend. Taking a nominal position wouldn't hurt him, and it would keep those recruiters away.
He dried himself off and returned to his room.
Wangcai was already asleep in his little bed, the big purple dog curled into a ball, twitching occasionally. Who knew what he was dreaming about?
Loa smiled faintly and lay down on his bed.
Before long, he fell asleep.
Early the next morning.
After a day of spreading, one piece of news was making the rounds in Fenlai City's high society: