In a pavilion in the courtyard of Earthron Villa...
Claud sat down.
Alan stood respectfully in front of him.
There was no one else around.
"Speak."
"Yes."
Alan trembled with fear, looking restrained. On the way up the mountain, he realized how powerful Claud was.
Claud used leaves to injure people and it seemed so easy for him.
It was even normal for him to flick his fingers and crushed stones.
Alan felt something that the leader of the Origin Sect lacked in Claud.
It was self-confidence that would enable Claud to look down on all people in this world.
Claud was invincibly confident.
Even a martial grandmaster would not be able to have such confidence.
There was a reason.
Martial grandmasters knew that although he had super strength, he could not resist the trampling of iron hooves.
"What are you dawdling for?"