Over at the hill, two parties were preparing for battle. There were six of them in total-three from the
Thousand Leaves Pavilion, and another three from the Corpse Pavilion. Byron was leading the Thousand Leaves Pavilion, he remembered that Byron was a decent disciple of Thousand Leaved Pavilion, his ranking in the clan was pretty high.
Fane's only impression of Zamian was from their previous quarrel. From what he knew, he was just a lickspittle, always lingering around masked man, kissing and wiping his a*s.
You would probably need to have a decent amount of power in order to be the masked man's bootlicker. The disciples of Corpse Pavilion who were under the reign of the masked man at the time were pretty respectful toward Zamian. Even though Zamian was not one of the chosen disciples, his position within the internal disciple was still reasonably high.
Fane thought to himself and turned his head toward Hayden, "Do you guys know Zamian Ness?"
Upon hearing that, the three men paused in sync. Hayden looked at Fane with a knowing eye, "Can't believe junior Fane knows of Zamian too."
Fane nodded, "As I mentioned earlier, both the Corpse Pavilion and I have grudges against each other. I know some of them who were of higher ranks. You
know what they said about knowing yourself and your enemy."
That was just an excuse given by Fane. Whether or not Hayden believed him was not of importance. His only objective was finding out the identity of Zamian Ness.
Hayden chuckled lightly, his eyes glued onto Fane. " Zamian is one of the internal disciples of Corpse Pavilion. I heard he ranked first amongst the internal disciples, he had some impressive skills as well."
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