"Paxton, the Myriad Souls Demon Sect has swaggered through level ten for years." Jared's gaze cut toward the sect master. "Surely they've collected mortal rivals, people who resent every breath they take. Which force clashes with their profits most, matches their strength, and keeps the peace only because neither side can quite crush the other?"
Paxton blinked, momentarily caught off guard, then fell into stony contemplation.
At Paxton's side, Bartram suddenly stiffened, eyes flaring like someone glimpsing dawn after a night without end.
"There is! There is!" He lumbered forward, voice tight with excitement. "The Infinite Soul Demon Sect's arrogance has birthed enemies everywhere, yet none hates them more, or stands nearer their level, than the Mystic Sky Sword Sect!"
Jared arched an eyebrow. "Mystic Sky Sword Sect?"
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