Race Among The Stars

The Blue Sun's energy emanated in waves, intense and palpable, swirling around her like a tempest barely held in check. The few Origin-level cultivators stationed near us couldn't hide the fear that flickered in their eyes. Her overwhelming power was something they clearly weren't accustomed to, but to their credit, they stood their ground despite their visible discomfort. Next to me, however, stood Don Ma, a cultivator who was a tier above the Blue Sun in terms of cultivation. Yet, there was something distinct about him: a composed air devoid of the typical arrogance or superiority I'd come to expect from high-tier cultivators.

Many would regard their higher stage as being superior to all those below them, ridicule and disdain become a trend especially the older and stronger one gets, but he didn't have that air about him at all.

"Interesting," Don Ma said, his eyes narrowing as he observed the Blue Sun with keen interest.