Within the temple hall, the ego of the third elder of Crescent Sect inflated, looking at the poor state Shane was in.
“It looks like my divination skill has improved. Even Dante’s physiognomy is no match for me,” the third elder cackled. Glee and excitement filled him with both Tristan and Megan in his grasp.
“You better let us go, else the Baileys of Jadeborough won’t let this matter slide. The Baileys could annihilate a mere Crescent Sect,” a pale Tristan threatened with murderous intent shining in his eyes.
“Do you think I’m scared of the Baileys? I was aware of your identity, and still, I captured you. I want to exchange you for heaps of herbs from the Herb Palace. The ability of the Crescent Sect would then rise to another level,” the third elder taunted with a cruel grin.
Tristan couldn’t manage a retort and merely glared at him to express his anger. He couldn’t do anything since the gap between his and the third elder’s capabilities were too wide.
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