Kennard stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with endless pride. He was a far cry from the speechless figure atop the mountain.
This was the true him. He was capable of entering the Monington Sacred Land, growing from a disciple of the Sacred Land to a Monington disciple, and now standing as a standout among them. How could he not be proud?
Everyone was rendered speechless.
Yet, they said, "Kennard, you're right, that ant only knows how to trouble people's minds."
"That Remus is indeed disgusting, he just became a disciple of the sacred land and is already acting lawlessly. But thankfully, he'll be dead in three days."
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