His voice dripping with mockery, he continued, "But I've noticed something interesting. Your vitality is far too strong for someone who plays by the book. It seems you've been cultivating through the consumption of human blood, haven't you? Otherwise, there's no way you'd have reached the strength of a Ninth Level Tribulator. So spare me the self-righteous act. Don't lecture me, and certainly don't be a hypocrite!"
The look on Trystan's face turned grim.
Serena and Faiyar both turned to look at him. After all, no one knew how he had trained after he had gone into seclusion.
Even Jared couldn't help but cast a glance at Trystan. He had to admit, the speed at which Trystan had advanced was nothing short of remarkable.
In such a short period, he had reached the level of a Ninth Level Tribulator, a feat that would typically require either immense natural talent or access to an extraordinary amount of resources.
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