Lind was cultivating, or mastering would be a better word, while the trio of Eternal Realm cultivators continued to monitor both him and his hold. In a very short period of a few years his old friends had been able to set up crafting and support structures without disrupting the nurturing flow that existed,
He smiled as his lessons from the Blessed Crimson Range were employed before him. They were focused and clearly trying to get things ready for whenever he revealed himself.
"Why can't the Bastard get in here?" It was a question that had bothered him. Fiend Qi usually violated any standard defenses and while the hold was his, he did not understand enough to know why the message left was so sure.
The young woman turned to him. Lind smacked himself internally for not even asking their names. They knew other versions of him so they were comfortable just talking to him. It was a weird feeling now that he was conscious of it.
