In North America, on the snow-covered Alaska Icefield, a young voice cried out in astonishment from the new headquarters of the Continuous Prayer Meeting, built deep beneath the permafrost. "Su Zhou is three years younger than me, and he's already at the Extraordinary Realm?! I can't believe it. To think there's someone out there who's more of a genius than I am!"
Beside him, a sycophantic voice piped up, "Leader, well... should we figure something out?"
"You idiot, what is there to do? The organization already suffered massive losses in Shan Country. The previous Leader and most of our Elite members died in that failed ritual... What plan could we possibly have? I haven't even reached the Extraordinary Realm. By the time I do, who knows how many Spiritual Power Organs that guy will have formed."
The young voice rebuked his subordinate, a hint of disappointment in his tone. He made a decisive call. "Forget it."
