Jared stood across Francois and Sigurd, whose aura erupted.
They tightened their grip on their weapons, realizing that Jared's aura had changed again.
In a few short days, his power had increased rapidly. From being a wretched nobody, he had now ascended to the same level as them.
“So you're a Manifestor too hiding in the midst of these lowly peasants,” Francois said, sizing up Jared.
“These lowly peasants you speak of possess the same flesh and blood as yours. Today, I'll make you realize that you're the lowly peasant you say they are,” Jared said with a cold expression.
Upon sensing Jared's chilling murderous intent, Francois did not dare speak.
Sigurd stepped forward with a frown right then. “So, you're Jared? I am the principal disciple of Emerald Cauldron Sect, Sigurd Brink. I think there has been a misunderstanding. Why don't you come with us to Emerald Cauldron Sect? I'm sure my master would accept you as his disciple given your level of cultivation. Being a disciple of Emerald Cauldron Sect is an honor like none other. Much better than fraternizing with these peasants.”
Having sensed Jared's aura and power, Sigurd had the idea of recruiting him.
It was almost impossible to break through to Eighth Level Manifestor in such an impoverished village in the mountains.
Sigurd was wary of Jared's background and power.
“A disciple of Emerald Cauldron Sect?” Jared smirked. “Even if your master is here, he is only worthy of kneeling before me. Try asking him if he dares to accept me as his disciple.”
“How dare you speak of my master with such insolence! Even the kings around here are respectful to my master. You are courting death by insulting him, you little shit!” Francois roared.
They did not know that their master, Hosen, had indeed knelt before Jared.
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