In a country like Eastern Tang, within its territory, there are also subordinate sects or family powers.

Looking at the capital of Eastern Tang, Ethan Clark's thoughts drifted. The The Clark Family he was born into was just a small family in a small city within Eastern Tang. Through his efforts, The Clark Family had already become the most powerful force in that small city, but in the context of the entire Eastern Tang, it was still insignificant.

He left the small city and came to the capital of Eastern Tang, which truly broadened his horizons.

As for leaving Eastern Tang and joining the Guangcheng Sect, it was even more like a frog leaping out of a well, finally seeing the real world.

Among the many powerful figures in Eastern Tang, he still had to look up to them for now, but this return to Eastern Tang could be considered a triumphant homecoming...

"After entering the city, I will go to the palace to meet the ruler of Eastern Tang. At the same time, I also need to meet the chief elder stationed here by our sect, to first understand the situation at Zhenlong Abyss."

At this moment, Eric Dawson, who was walking at the front, stopped and looked at the capital of Eastern Tang ahead, saying to everyone, "Settle down for a bit after entering the city. You may move about freely, but we must regroup in two hours. Then we will set out for Zhenlong Abyss."

All the young disciples responded in unison, "Yes, Senior Brother Dawson."

Ethan Clark remained expressionless.

Chapter 7 Ethan Clark's Thoughts

Words may be unintentional, but listeners take them to heart.

Eric Dawson spoke casually, but it made Ethan Clark, who had returned home in glory, feel less delighted.

The others, however, were in high spirits. Although they were overshadowed by Eric Dawson's brilliance, once they left Guangcheng Mountain and found themselves in Tiandong Continent, in Eastern Tang, they suddenly remembered that they too were once the pride of their homelands.

As disciples of Guangcheng Mountain, one of the holy lands of the present age, they had all been selected as the most outstanding talents from major powers like Eastern Tang. How could any of them be mediocre?

However, none of them would let this go to their heads. Whenever such thoughts arose, the figure at the front—seemingly relaxed, dressed in blue robes and white clothes—would immediately calm their restless hearts.

Touching their treasured weapons, they instead felt even more motivated to strive forward.

Among the Imperial Guards of Eastern Tang's court, only the most elite at their level of cultivation could each possess a battle weapon...

Of course, compared to Eric Dawson, they naturally could not measure up.

Their circles of interaction were simply not on the same level.

The people Eric Dawson was about to meet—the ruler of Eastern Tang, needless to say, was the number one powerhouse in the country, the sovereign of one of the three great powers under Guangcheng Mountain in Tiandong Continent, a renowned hero.

As for the chief elder of Eastern Tang, he was Guangcheng Mountain's representative in the country, the number one honored guest of Eastern Tang, holding a position even higher than Elder Bennett, who had previously put Eric Dawson in a difficult spot at the sect.

Although there are internal and external distinctions, differences in cultivation, and varying degrees of authority, according to sect rules, elders like Elder Bennett are assigned to oversee important cities or treasured lands in Tiandong Continent outside the sect, managing the extraction and use of certain resources to safeguard the sect's interests.

The chief elder, on the other hand, is stationed at a royal court or a major sect or family, becoming their honored guest, ensuring Guangcheng Mountain's influence and daily income from that power, and responding to emergencies.

After entering the city and agreeing on a meeting place, Eric Dawson went to the palace, while Ethan Clark and the others dispersed to explore the capital of Eastern Tang.

Ethan Clark no longer felt the excitement of revisiting old places. He walked along the riverbank that ran through the city, climbed onto a bridge, and stood alone, gazing at the rushing waters below in silence.

Alice Warren appeared silently behind him. Sensing her arrival, Ethan Clark was unfazed. "Senior sister."

"Are you thinking about what just happened?" Alice Warren tilted her head slightly.

Ethan Clark shook his head. "At first, I thought he was showing off on purpose, but thinking about it later, it didn't seem that way."

Alice Warren said, "Then are you thinking about the treasured weapons Senior Brother Dawson gave everyone?"

Back at the sect, out of sixteen people, only Ethan Clark did not choose a weapon left by Eric Dawson; the other fifteen, including Alice Warren, each picked one.

"Senior Brother Dawson may have been showing off, but he has the right to do so." Alice Warren came to stand beside Ethan Clark. "Low-grade treasured weapons have no will or allegiance. Our future achievements won't be determined by a single low-grade weapon. Senior Brother Dawson gave something to everyone without discrimination—why shouldn't I accept it? I'll just return something even better to him in the future."

Ethan Clark nodded. Although Alice Warren, like everyone else, chose a weapon, she was actually the one who cared least about such things.

"Your refusal may seem unconventional, but it's understandable," Alice Warren said. "Some people think it was Senior Brother Dawson's goodwill and that you were ungrateful to refuse, but I feel that Senior Brother Dawson wasn't trying to curry favor. The way he looks at you isn't much different from how he looks at the rest of us."

Hearing this, Ethan Clark instead clenched his fists. The image of his childhood sweetheart leaving with someone else, completely ignoring his presence, seemed to appear before his eyes once again.