Chapter 67: Zandrel?
By the time Zandrel was done talking, it was close to night and Riven was sent to the place he would be temporarily staying. It was a small building that was beside the main building of Zandrel’s residence.
There are actually up to seven small buildings like that in the compound. It was for any students that the Master personally took in.
Kivara escorted him to the place and pointed to one of the other buildings. "That’s mine."
Riven looked at the building and then he focused on her. "You’ve been somehow since we returned to the sect."
She looked at him without expression, but Riven could have sworn he saw something flash in her eyes. Something that looked suspiciously like pity. It made him feel weary.
She finally spoke. "The sect holds a lot of memories. I’ve been here since I was a kid."
Then she turned and walked away. Riven watched her go, and he just stood there before he finally sighed and entered the room. The first thing he noticed was that there was a lot of aura in the room, thick natural aura that would make his Sigil fill much faster.
It was a single-room building, but it was large enough to contain a bed, table and chairs, and even a rack for clothes in one corner. Riven looked at the bed, and he sat on it, letting out a sigh. "My sister would have loved this after a hard day of hard work."
He muttered, his gaze dark. But he soon left his brooding state. He knew that whatever happened to his sister in the future would be in direct relation to what he did. He clenched his fist. "Let’s become a proper practitioner first."
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