Noticing Jared’s expression, Garthor laughed and said, “You’ve never heard of Stormwind Sect, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the hidden sects. Your current capabilities are among the most outstanding in the martial arts world. Due to that, I believe many would follow your lead. However, with your Martial Arts Saint skills, you’d be nothing more than the weakest disciple in Stormwind Sect. Just look at them. Who among them doesn’t have a higher cultivation level than yours?”
As he spoke, he pointed at the Stormwind Sect disciples surrounding Jared.
It was true that they were all very skilled. Even the weakest was a Top Level Martial Arts Saint, possessing a higher cultivation level than Jared.
“Nonetheless, there’s no need to feel discouraged. You killed Yosef, that bald monk who just advanced to Martial Arts God, with your abilities. That shows your potential, and Stormwind Sect welcomes talented individuals like you!” he added, pushing his offer relentlessly.
“I’m sorry, but I still have some other matters to attend to. Besides, I’ve no interest in joining your sect,” Jared replied with a shake of his head, then turned to walk away.
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