Frank was idling over the following week, guiding Terry Cotton from his Lanecorp office to assimte what remained of the Blood Wolves.


    At the same time, he was training diligently, limating to his changing physique.


    He was now an equal of the martial elites across Draconia. While the Lionhearts'' retainers and stewards were a threat to Frank before, they were now simply insignificant.


    Now, only the Transcendent ranks who stood at the pinnacle of the country-Simon Lionheart, the head of the Lionheart household, and Frank''s own father, the Lord of the Southern Woods-would stand a chance against FrankContent property of N?velDra/ma.Org.


    And as his strength improved, the air around him changed too.


    While he was vaguely mesmerizing before, he also carried the presence of a maestro, as if he had transcended beyond worldly matters.


    It was certainly unprecedented for anyone this young to carry such a powerful presence.


    It also took a while for Frank to realize that his almost frightening ascension was because he absorbed his mentor''s essence from the red coral crystal.


    The unique essence resonated with Frank''s Five-Peat Archaeus, making it easy for the fusion.


    Anyone else in his ce would implode instead.


    Feeling the lightness of his body, Frank wondered if he should take things to the next level and levitate by manipting his pure vigor.


    It was a technique of the immortals, and one above transcendence.


    Frank certainly felt anticipation at that thought-who in Draconia could stop him if he reached the mythical realm of immortality?


    Who could stop him from avenging his mother and rebuilding Mystic Sky Sect?


    Nheless, he got a call from


    Vicky one morning, while he was et


    busy training and dutifully serving as


    the head of Lanecorp''s health and security department.


    "Frank, Gene Pearce is hosting his charity auction today. Please don''t tell me you forgot."


    Vicky''s reminder left Frank taken aback-he actually forgot!


    The only thing on his mind since he left Blooming Junction was his ascension, and he had been busy training since!


    "I told you to prepare, didn''t I?"


    Vicky growled through her teeth over the phone and sounded ready to storm Zamri just then. "Busy hooking up with Helen, were you?" "No, of course not." Frank quickly shook his head.


    Ever since Zomber Group merged with Lanecorp, Helen had been busy as a bee-forget hooking up, as Frank had not even seen her days.


    "You''d better not." Vicky snorted.


    "Well, I knew this was going to happen, so I prepared an item beforehand. It will be delivered to Lanecorp about now..."


    Just as Vicky finished, someone knocked on Frank''s door.


    "Mr. Lawrence? Someone sent this for you."


    A security guard came in and put a beautifully wrapped gift box on Frank''s desk-it was a painting, from the looks of it.


    "Okay. You can go."


    Frank waved off the security guard, just as Vicky threatened him over the phone, "I can''t meet Mr. Pearce right now, but don''t forget to send him my regards, or I''m murdering you!"


    "Okay, got it." Frank smiled in wry amusement and asked seriously, "So, have you fully recovered?"