"Enough, it's not upon us veterans to meddle around here. If someone is due for a headache, it should be the Mitchells or the Eight Sects, not us." An elder chuckled at this point.
As soon as these words fell, the Transcendents collectively nodded in agreement.
White Mitchell's abilities were bewitching, but there was no denying that he was a member of the Dragon Realm, having sweated and bled for it.
The more robust his talent, the better for the Dragon Realm. Facing the unknown dangers, the Dragon Realm would gain another layer of strength.
However, all of these depended on whether he could successfully grow into that power.
While it seems White Mitchell's current strength is infinitely close to a Transcendent, the smallest difference can lead to a huge gap. A slight difference in power is akin to a vast chasm.
Unless one ascends to become a Transcendent, they would never understand the terror of a Transcendent's strength.