Yosef glanced at Garthor, swallowing nervously. “Well, if it isn't Mr. Fairchild from Stormwind Sect. How is your father doing?”
He could not comprehend why someone from the hidden sect came all the way here just for Jared's corpse.
Among the hidden sects, Stormwind Sect stood above Luminous Sect. However, Garthor did not spare Yosef a glance. It made the latter feel incredibly awkward.
Upon witnessing this scene, Pascal stood to the side and dared not make a sound.
As Crafting Clan barely interacted with the mundane world, they were not aware of the hidden sects. However, judging from Yosef's attitude, Pascal could deduce that the person who stood before him was someone he could not afford to offend.
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