A week had passed since the duel with Xùyán, and Grim had settled into a routine of court observations, martial practice, and cultural studies.
The victory—or draw, depending on perspective—had earned him grudging respect from many fox spirits.
"Lord Ambrose," came Húwáng's voice from behind him as Grim stood reviewing ancient texts in the palace library. "I believe it's time we discussed your cultivation development."
Grim turned to find the Fox King approaching. Despite their growing familiarity, Húwáng's presence still radiated power everywhere he went.
"Your Majesty," Grim replied with a respectful bow. "I would welcome such guidance."
"Walk with me," Húwáng said, gesturing toward a side exit that led away from the palace's main corridors. "What we'll be discussing requires privacy."
