A robed figure glided from the darkness. Even Dioz felt his heart jolt under the figure’s aura pouring from that hood, where only twin blood-red eyes burned.
“Mr. Atkinson!” Dioz and others nearby bowed, their reverence filling the glen. Quentin Atkinson, the branch leader of Malevolent Path Hall, lifted his head. From beneath the hood, the scarlet gaze swept the crowd.
“Jared is intriguing… Every cultivator of this hall will march with Mr. Lester. Whoever brings me Jared’s head earns one high-grade spiritual tool.”
A roar exploded across the altar. Black silhouettes poured from cliff ledges and shadowed trails, flooding outward, streaming toward Swordmaster City.
***
Within Swordmaster City, unease thickened with each breath.
Since Lester’s departure, all factions observed the situation, and wandering cultivators prowled the Sword Sect compound like wolves scenting open gates.
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