"You are awake," Noa noted his arrival casually, dismissing the girls with a soft gesture.
"Yes," Feng Fan answered, his voice staying low.
The cultivator had just experienced one of the most excruciating pains, as the binding process had almost split his head open from the pressure.
Still, he arrived before Noa, waiting for the instructions.
"You are allowed to speak. I remember you had something to tell," Noa reminded him, walking toward the other end of the room for some privacy.
Feng Fan's face shifted for a moment.
He seemed pleased that Noa hadn't dismissed his wish to speak, a faint smile dancing on his face.
"I have established the sect," he started. "I claimed nearby land and named it Fateless Order."
Noa raised an eyebrow. "Bold name."
Feng Fan, however, didn't argue.
