As Daniel sipped his drink, his thoughts drifted to Rose. Perhaps she would also enjoy something like this Fireblood Wine.
It had been a while since he'd seen her, and he felt a slight urge to check in.
However, he dismissed the thought. Rose needed to grow on her own without interference, even if that interference was only a distant watchful eye.
As a bearer of the Ring of Origin, Daniel represented the world's essence.
Even a glance could cause unforeseen ripple effects. His presence in this world was already monumental.
…
In De'an City, at the central arena, Rose stood with her arms crossed, coldly scanning the crowd below.
"Anyone else?" she called out.
The people below, those who had either been defeated by her or who lacked the courage to challenge her, lowered their heads, unable to meet her gaze.
"I heard De'an City was full of young geniuses. Is there really no one who can put up a fight?" Rose mocked.