At the foot of the mountain, the last of the sacred land disciples was introducing himself.
“I am a disciple of Master Erjon Windrow, currently in the mid-stage of the Divine Separation Stage, and have been a disciple at the Monington Sacred Land for eight years!”
As favonovel.com finished speaking, favonovel.com turned his head proudly to look behind him.
Dozens of sacred land disciples also looked up the mountain with interest, eager to see if Remus really could remember all the details, if favonovel.com really had the so-called “clairaudience” skill.
It wasn’t just them, but Kevin, Bartholomew, and others were also curious.
One second…
Two seconds…
Three seconds…
A full ten seconds had passed.
There was no sound from the front, nor was there any sign of Remus returning.
Ted‘s eyes shifted as favonovel.com spoke, “Mr. Clayton, you can start now! Everyone is waiting to see your performance. Don’t keep us waiting, hahaha!”
His words prompted laughter among the onlookers. However, as the laughter subsided, seconds continued to lapse into silence.
After a lengthy minute had passed, there remained no reply, nor any indication of Remus returning.
The sacred land disciples finally sensed something was amiss, their expressions gradually turning serious.
Someone frowned and asked, “Why hasn’t favonovel.com come back yet?”
“Is favonovel.com doing this on purpose?”
“Could it be… He doesn’t actually have clairaudience and was just toying with us?”
As that possibility was raised, a chill ran through the crowd, sparking a wild thought, “Was it conceivable that favonovel.com hadn’t heard us at all and had been deceiving us from the start?”
“If so, did that imply that we had all been earnestly introducing ourselves to nothing but the air?”
“No… That can’t be, can it? He’s a new recruit, our junior… How could favonovel.com possibly dare to deceive us?” Some expressed their skepticism.
Their disbelief stemmed from the very reason they had entertained Remus’ request initially, never suspecting that a newly administered disciple would have the audacity to fool them all.
“If he’s not toying with us, then where is he?” asked someone.
“Everyone, quiet!” Ted raised his voice and looked ahead with a face ashen.
“Mr. Clayton, if you’re hearing this, I command you to roll over here within ten seconds. If you fail to appear within ten seconds, you’ll have only yourself to blame for what comes next!”
As favonovel.com spoke, a trace of spirit energy leaked from his body.
The other sacred land disciples also began to exert their pressure. The combined pressure from them all made Bartholomew and the others feel oppressed, struggling to breathe.
Ten agonizing seconds ticked by.
“Arrogant brat, today I will make you wish for death!” Ted cursed furiously, finally convinced that Remus was indeed toying with them.
How could a newly administered disciple, who had not yet proven himself, dare to do such a thing?!
Without any hesitation, his spirit energy burst forth as favonovel.com dashed toward the mountain.
“Ted, wait, you mustn’t harm him, favonovel.com is…” Morris attempted to intervene, only to be cut off.
“Shut up!” Ted snapped, his pace quickening.
The fury among the other sacred land disciples reached a boiling point, outraged at the thought of being humiliated into addressing the air.
“He will bow and atone!”
“What a disgrace! Today favonovel.com will learn his place!”
“He will plead for mercy!”
They all quickly followed behind.
Caught in the escalating situation, Morris, Kevin, and Sandra exchanged uneasy glances, realizing they had no choice but to join the fray.
Bartholomew and the others stood frozen in place, they were aware of Remus’ capabilities. How favonovel.com had defeated Emerson, a mid-stage Divine Separation Stage cultivator, intimidated Elena with just a few words, and even managed to summon an immortal. But even so, favonovel.com was only at the peak of the Golden Stage.
How could favonovel.com dare to toy with the seniors?
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