No 1 Supreme Warrior

They talked as they walked, meeting many other disciples along the way as they did.

The battle at the gathering spot made Jack relatively well-known, and a lot of people viewed him in a different light from then on. Most of them looked at him with admiration, but some envied Jack immensely. Despite this, Jack’s expression remained stoic and unperturbed, no matter what the people’s opinions were of him.

The closer they were to the east side, the fewer the disciples they ran into. After all, the people active in the east side were mostly the management members with high positions, or even elder disciples. Jack and the rest did not know their way as this was their first time here. They struggled to find their way here and had to ask for directions from several disciples.

were utterly quiet. Apart from the sound of the wind blowing past the bamboo trees, the only

clumper of bamboo, and he seemed to be doing that on purpose so that they could not see him clearly. However, all three

a member of

the person a little better as they approached. This person was quite good-looking, and Jack was surprised when he saw that the person was wearing clothes that indicated he was a chosen disciple. There was an obvious division between the sect’s disciples. The disciples had different clothes according to their ranking of being

begonias sewn on his waist, and he

three of them raised their guards mentally

his eyes were seen peeking out behind them as he looked at the chosen disciple in

you looking at me so alertly? I won’t do anything

said sounded like he wanted Jack to be at ease, yet it was a complete power show. Jack frowned; this person did not come bearing good intentions. He had no idea who this person was as he

with his hands out of his mannerism.

raised his eyebrows. “I’m a chosen disciple, Griffin Olsen. Remember this name; you’ll be hearing