“If that’s your answer, don’t blame me for what happens next!” the black-clad man snorted coldly and raised his hand to strike.

Before could act, a terrifyingly violent aura burst from within the Eighth Hall.

Jared stepped out, accompanied by Jemima and Jhaelyn.

“You? You think you can lay a hand on the Eighth Hall?” Jared regarded the black-clad man with open disdain.

“And who are you supposed to be? A mere Wandering Immortal Realm Level Five cultivator dares to address me that way?” Confident in his own Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six cultivation, the black-clad man flatly looked down on Jared.

Jared merely smiled and, without even sparing another glance, turned to Braxton. “Father, leave these people to me…”

Braxton nodded, Jared’s cultivation realm had risen again, and the elder before them was clearly no threat.