Chapter 5610 The Flattery
- "Rowena, your Nethergate Sect must be the crown of level nine," Jared said, admiration dripping from every syllable.
- Rowena laughed again. "Maybe not the crown these days," she conceded, "but we still rank among the top three. Back in our prime—ah, then we truly ruled the sky."
- "Back then, our disciples strode through level nine unchecked," she added, pride glinting in her eyes. "Other sects scattered when they saw our colors."