A Man Like None Other

“Go on, buddy.” Jared prompted the cultivator to continue speaking.

“Let me tell you a secret. No one else knows this.” Clearing his throat, the cultivator then mysteriously continued, “In truth, the two brothers of the Seizon family are at odds. Their disciples wear different colors to make it easy to differentiate between the two lineages. They claim to have chosen different colors due to their personal preferences, but that’s actually. not the case.

It’s because Mr. Enrique’s disciples are used to being arrogant and domineering, often kicking up trouble and tarnishing the Seizon family’s reputation. The patriarch of the Seizon family couldn’t control Mr. Enrique’s disciples, so he came up with this solution. With the color of their clothes visible on the streets, people could tell the disciples’ lineage. This is exclusive information, unknown to everyone else.” The cultivator was all smug, feeling incredibly proud because he knew a lot. But no sooner had he finished speaking than a faint aura enveloped him. Before any of the others noticed it, Jared had already sensed it.

The aura emanated from Enrique. Although he was sitting at the very front, every move of those behind him was seemingly in the palm of his hand.

Unaware of the impending danger, the cultivator continued chattering about Yellow Blue City.

Shortly after, the airship entered Yellow Blue City’s airspace. From above, the entire city. resembled a gigantic beast lying on a vast stretch of land.

The airship slowly landed a stone’s throw away from Yellow Blue City’s city gates, and the cultivators started disembarking.

step off. When he walked past the chatterbox of

cultivator’s head exploded like a watermelon. Everyone had no idea what had happened. Upon seeing him killing someone

else dares to spout nonsense about the Seizon family, this will be his fate.” With that said, Enrique continued forward steadily. His words were seemingly meant for Jared and the others, a warning

the city gates of Yellow Blue City slowly opened, and a few

men in blue robes. At a single glance, one could

glanced at the cultivator, who had been struck dead with a blow. They

away. Then, the three

exceedingly lively, making the customs and atmosphere there visibly different from

region in all his years. At his enthusiasm,

and Feenix talked and laughed, but Jared did not say a word because he could sense someone following them at