“Are you from the Bloodmage Sect or the Darklight Sect?” Curtis questioned as he eyed Jared cautiously.
If Jared were from either of the two sects, he wouldn’t dare kill him as he pleased. After all, the two sects were vicious. If he really made an enemy of them, he would be in great trouble. When his mentor learned about it, he would certainly be torn a new strip.
He was presently a renowned figure in Turcoln, so he had to be exceedingly careful in his deeds, lest he wrecked his future.
“I’m neither from the Bloodmage Sect nor the Darklight Sect. If you’re afraid, get down on your knees obediently. Perhaps I’ll take mercy on you,” Jared drawled with a faint smile.
“Hmph! How arrogant! So what even if you’re truly a Demonic Cultivator? Turcoln is a righteous organization, and we specialize in dealing with Demonic Cultivators like you!” Curtis snorted.
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