Chapter 411: Darkened Skies
Douglas stepped out from the Ashfallen Trading Company headquarters into the pouring rain with mixed feelings.
His pride as a man and a seasoned rogue cultivator used to dealing with the darker and more brutal side of humanity was somewhat ashamed to be ordered around by a somewhat bratty teenage girl, especially when her demands were so ridiculous. But on the other hand, she was the daughter and spokesperson for a literal god worshiped by millions and the overlord of the sect he called home. Not to mention, Stella was a powerhouse in her own right, being one of the highest-stage cultivators in the sect despite being so young.
It was suffice to say, to hell with his pride.
If the little boss orders me to do something, I'll see it's done. He mused as he wreathed his body with earth Qi to protect his suit from getting damp from the downpour. After giving a slight nod to the cultivators and Ents standing guard around the Ashfallen Trading Company headquarters, he hopped on his sword and flew up to the White Stone Palace.
This storm is only getting worse as the beast tide draws near. Life for the average person was already hard enough, and now this? Douglas thought as he touched down in the empty courtyard of the White Stone Palace and hopped off his floating sword. Waving his hand to put it back in his storage ring, he smirked. I used to look to the heavens, envious of the cultivators able to soar through the skies, and now I've become one. Life is funny like that sometimes.
"Good morning, Grand Elder Douglas." A gloomy Redclaw standing guard at the door greeted him with all the enthusiasm the poor guy could muster. "Are you here to use the ethereal network?"
"Morning, and yes, I am." Douglas strode past the Redclaw, and the lad fell a step behind him. "Something got you down, boy?"
"Nothing, in particular. I think it's the weather."
Douglas sagely nodded. It was well known that accepting an affinity into one's soul would shape one's personality. Earth cultivators were hard-headed and as stubborn as a mountain. Wind cultivators were always on the move, the polar opposite of spatial cultivators, who were notoriously lazy. As it turns out, people prefer to stay still when they can go anywhere in an instant.