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 he finished speaking, he 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 he really had the so-called "clairaudience" skill.
It wasn't just them, but Kevin, Bartholomew, and others were also curious.
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