Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
Behind him, Shane, the Unbroken Shield, stood motionless, his eyes scanning the arena with unrelenting vigilance.
Anarak Fang sat with a thick tome in hand, flipping through its pages without interest in the spectacle below. Ellie Fang, however, lounged in her usual rebellious fashion, idly playing with her kunai knives. Her torn pantyhose, short jeans, and gothic top clashed with the refined atmosphere, and her dark eyeliner only emphasized her disdain.
“Father,” Ellie groaned, flicking a knife into the air and catching it effortlessly, “why are we here? These fighters are so weak, it’s like watching toddlers wrestle. If not for the academy’s invitation, I’d have stayed home.”