“Go on, buddy.” Jared prompted the cultivator to continue speaking.
“Let me tell you a secret. No one else knows this.” Clearing his throat, the cultivator then mysteriously continued, “In truth, the two brothers of the Seizon family are at odds. Their disciples wear different colors to make it easy to differentiate between the two lineages. They claim to have chosen different colors due to their personal preferences, but that’s actually not the case...”
“It’s because Mr. Enrique’s disciples are used to being arrogant and domineering, often kicking up trouble and tarnishing the Seizon family’s reputation. The patriarch of the Seizon family couldn’t control Mr. Enrique’s disciples, so he came up with this solution. With the color of their clothes visible on the streets, people could tell the disciples’ lineage. This is exclusive information, unknown to everyone else.”
The cultivator was all smug, feeling incredibly proud because he knew a lot. But no sooner had he finished speaking than a faint aura enveloped him. Before any of the others noticed it, Jared had already sensed it.
The aura emanated from Enrique. Although he was sitting at the very front, every move of those behind him was seemingly in the palm of his hand.
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