In the blink of an eye, the fifteenth year since the departure of Minos’ group arrived for those left behind in Armhands.

At the guild’s headquarters, things were quiet, with no confusion, but with the daily hustle and bustle of the place.

The external members had been working for opportunities to advance in rank and become internal members, while the strongest were cultivating in pursuit of the 12th stage and the dream of everyone there.

The Upper Realm!

That was the reality for the guild’s Supremes, while the Sovereigns focused much more on getting promotions in the guild.

Amid this, Kendrick was in the position of faction leader, keeping an eye on the development of his companions.

In 15 years, he hadn’t changed much. His cultivation remained at the same level as when Minos had left, normal for someone who was already at the high level of the 11th stage.

Without his father to speed up his cultivation efficiency, it would naturally take him and everyone else in his family and faction a few decades to make progress towards the end of the 11th stage.

However, those who came from the Spiritual World were having a good time during this period, a sign of their still low cultivations by local standards.

Facing his great-grandfather, Kendrick was in the Law Enforcement Hall talking about his family and faction, about the members of the group who were slowly making individual trips out of Examire.

“How are Cykog and Aurae, great-grandfather?” Kendrick asked the white-haired, long-bearded man sitting comfortably in front of him.

Oswald was now displaying a majestic peak cultivation of level 106, obviously close to his breakthrough to level 107. He looked into Kendrick’s eyes and said, “Those two should be fine. They’re still away from headquarters on individual missions, but they should soon return even stronger.

Aurae should reach level 108 in no time. She’s really adapted very well to Zocarro and unlocked its elven potential. As for that dragon, it shouldn’t take him long to reach level 107. He’ll probably progress before I do.”

“That’s good to hear. When they become high-level Sovereigns, our chances will improve. For now, we’ll let them get on with their individual actions while they get stronger.”

In a faction like theirs, which even had level 115 Supremes, the group’s mid-level Sovereigns weren’t that relevant in the short term. What they could add was marginal. What really caught their eye was their potential to one day reach the end of the 11th stage and eventually be more crucial to the faction.

Kendrick was looking to the future as he followed his teammates’ progress.

“Speaking of strengthening, Lizzie has reached level 105, while four other companions, natives of the Spiritual World who were previously at level 105, have advanced to level 106.” Oswald added the only advances his group had made in recent years.

Kendrick had been having conversations with the group about improvements every five years. In the meantime, he rarely asked questions about the strength of his faction members and would normally only know about something like this if these people lived with him on a daily basis.

But some faction members cultivated in seclusion for long periods of time, while others were constantly outside the headquarters, or even in areas outside the guild.

Talking about these things with Oswald today, Kendrick got a better sense of how things were improving for those natives of the Spiritual World who had last joined them in Zocarro.

After a while, Oswald touched on another subject of common interest.

“I heard Maximillian has left his seclusion.” Oswald looked suggestively at Kendrick.

Kendrick nodded in confirmation, having already been informed of this. “Maximillian is currently at level 111. He left his cultivation cave 11 days ago and immediately left headquarters when he started an external mission.”

Smiling, Kendrick said what he thought of this behavior. “He’s clearly avoiding us. He knows my father isn’t around, but he’s aware that we’re enough trouble for him. So I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t see much of him until he reaches the end of the 11th stage.”

Oswald had already thought the same after hearing the rumors about Maximillian. “Some of our teammates hate him more than he knows. Maybe he should stay away.”

Vico had put aside the problems of the war before the War of the Worlds. But he had done so out of respect for Minos, the moment they had arrived in Zocarro and Maximillian’s strength, which was greater than his own. But others in Zocarro now and still to come from the Spiritual World in the coming decades might not react to the situation in the same way.

Many had lost their families and sects because they had been weakened by the war started by Maximillian. If they had the chance to take revenge, many would do so.

Even though Kendrick didn’t want this kind of trouble, he knew he couldn’t totally limit his companions’ wishes. Inside the guild, they would obey its rules, of course. But once outside, anything could happen, including such situations bringing trouble into the guild.

That was his only concern at the moment, that his own companions would seek to resolve old conflicts in the Spiritual World in Zocarro and thereby cause local problems for the faction.

“Let’s keep an eye on those who aren’t family.” Kendrick advised his great-grandfather, “Some of them will return to the Spiritual World in a few decades and bring people from their own groups. We must keep a close eye on them and their actions.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out. We’ll keep the guild in order and harmony until your father returns,” as he said this, Oswald got up and left, leaving Kendrick alone.

Looking out of his office window, Kendrick saw the rosy sky of Zocarro, looking west. ‘Given how long it’s been since the group left, you must have been in Uzira for a few years now.’ He thought of his father and the rest of the group, wondering what the situation was like for those sent from Armhands.

The Elders of the guild had rarely touched on the subject of Minos and Uzira in recent years, since they were all aware that it would take centuries to generate results. But occasionally Kendrick and the other Spiritual World natives thought about the situation of that group.

However, just as the others were confident, Kendrick thought that his father and mother must be getting stronger somewhere. He soon returned to his more pressing matters.