Apotheosis

The room was filled with an uneasy atmosphere as Master Su and Zen stood face to face.

From the nuances of both very strong figures, it was quite evident how strong yet irking the personality of the master was. Her hostility was the product of having to grow up isolated in the Burning Sky Palace. She surely must have been distanced from most of the civilization. With a childhood such as the master's, who would not have walls built around themselves? Nevertheless, she was a Royal Family member, and no one would dare disobey her.

Although she had long surpassed the seclusion of the palace, trying to forget how royalty ran in her blood, she had inherited the stubborn character of the king and queen. This was something she could never outgrow—whatever she wanted, she had to have her way. Being born in sovereignty, obstinacy was a trait that she could never grow out of.

This was why the other masters at the Cloud Sect who knew of her identity would argue with her only if they absolutely had to.

Once they noticed the slightest hint of irritation from Master Su, they would immediately set aside their opinions and ideas if it meant they did not have to argue with the woman. Master Su, possessing the beauty of a thousand splendid women, also possessed a fiery dragon inside of her that would awaken every time someone got on her nerves. That being said, anyone would hate to become the man Master Su would spite.

And at this very moment with Zen in front of her, it was easy to tell that she was about to snap.

Several masters of Drizzle Peak came over when they heard the rage of Master Su, trying to find out what was going on that the dragon within had to come out. The expression on her face res

n wanted from the mountain.

The so-called mountain was located at the very edge of Cloud Sect, so it was not a very ideal place for a man to visit. As Zen was about to finally arrive at his destination, a dark mountain emerged in front of him, blocking his shot.

There weren't any trees or vegetation growing around that mountain, If you looked at it from a distance, the mountain almost seemed as if it was completely pitch black. It made perfect sense why people referred to it as Hell Mountain.

A dense gray smoke was constantly being released at the top of the crater that resembled the steams of hell.

The smell coming from the cloud had the smell of strong sulfur. This smell quickly filled the air.

Zen had lost his peace of mind when he thought about his sister, Yan, possibly inhabiting the cruel place.

The closer he got to the mountain, the more he got suffocated by the smoke surrounding him. But, he thrived. He thought of his sister, like he always did in his trivial times because every time he did this he would be an inch closer to his goal. He finally made it to notice a very distinct demarcation line.