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.

Mysterious Green Hall was one turn away. They quieted down a little as they got closer as their surroundings were utterly quiet. Apart from the sound of the wind blowing past the bamboo trees, the only thing that could be heard were their voices. At this moment, Noel suddenly frowned as he lowered his voice and said, “Who’s that guy up ahead? Why is

a clumper of bamboo, and he seemed to be doing that on purpose so that they could not see him clearly. However, all three of them could see the hostility in his eyes. Jack frowned as this was the only route

of the

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

three begonias sewn on his waist, and

raised their guards mentally upon

his eyes

are you looking at me so alertly? I

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 had only joined the Dual Sovereign Pavilion recently. He could not have offended a

hands out of

his eyebrows. “I’m a chosen disciple, Griffin Olsen. Remember this