"Voltar, May we know what is the cause of your decision?" An old man's stretchy voice transmitted out, carrying displeasure.
It was not only him but all of the other council members. They detested him for they felt envy and jealousy of his talent. They were maybe petty persons but only someone that could relate, could understand their dislike.
They had arduously committed and put a lot of blood and sweat to finally reach their desire and entered as part of the council. However, it had taken a lot of their time to achieve it, hence, their old age.
To see a man in his twenties easily achieving their grueling feats, they could not help but harbor hatred for that person.
"Peak mortal realm cultivators make the elites. For the core elites, it warranted nipping bud realm cultivators. The reason for my decision is that young kid, had power beyond our comprehension. It maybe even in the league of a nipping bud realm cultivator." Voltar spoke neither fast nor slow. He spilled his words fluently.
"Based on what you allude from the information, a kid that is able to subdue a peak mortal, his strength is likely of a nipping bud realm?" A sickly and grave voice came out. That person spoke out calmly even if the information is filled with incredulity.
"Exactly." Voltar replied callously.
"Nonsense"
"Impossible"
"Absurdity"
Dissentions consecutively emerged. The improbability of the situation had caused them to reject directly.
A prominent kid aging at 5 would have just started cultivating, much more of a kid in the woods. Even with an unduly talent of having awakened its innate elemental ability, a kid's strength without cultivation would only scale at being at the utmost limit of a mortal.
That meant it didn't step on the door of the nipping bud realm but just peeked it a little. It was most likely only to be half-step or quasi nipping bud realm. That was a plausible deduction to think.
"Inflexibility is the downfall of this organization. That was the cause that led us being suppressed by the major factions of the city. Even if we are just a distant group of the remnant organization "Ravarisk", and became reclusive; we still need to maintain our pride as one of the past top brass of this continent."
"What do you mean?" The same sickly voice went out asking. His tone could not hide his fierce anger of Voltar's audacity of condescending them.
All of them stared at Voltar, their gazes full of violent maliciousness. The way Voltar constructed his sentences seemed to mean their own lacking capability to adjust in certain situations.
"All of you had turned rigid as time passes. Your thoughts cannot process how you were in your prime. It seems the person down there is much better off than you all." Voltar spoke with a spiteful tongue. He didn't even cower in fear from all those red eyes that constricted more in hate after he said those.
The hawk-eyed person had continuously listened and after he heard those bold words from Voltar and even complimenting him, he unconsciously lifted his head back again.
This time no auras brought a heavy pressure to him. There were no eyes that would piercingly shot at him. It seems they didn't even care for him breaking the rule at all.
Their attention was not put up in notice to him, but to a singular person in this place.
Right now, the red eyes that shone malignant gazes had pierced straight to a black silhouette at the middle area of the floating chairs. The seats beside of that silhouette seemed to shake, the council members trying to hold a wrath.
Everyone was riled up except of a person's silhouette sitting alone in a distance further away all of them. Others had red but what he had were deep crimson eyes, not bothered to even look at them.
The blue lamps around him were lucent and apparent, distinctly visible than the other blue lamps dimly flickering. His arm became a leverage to hold his head, his posture lazy with face glancing sideways and back bent comfortably.
His aura was fiercely preeminent, significantly elevating his superior status. His dignifying image trammeled any hint of belligerence to his imposing stature.
He was the council leader, the current person having the greatest authority of this organization, "Ravarisk". The ruler deemed noteworthy of all aspects, having a rare last stage to the "Nipping Bud Realm", greater than the peak and achieving the utmost limit of the said realm.
The "Quasi-Ocean Fold Realm"
The "Ocean Fold Realm" was also called as the "Consolidating Realm".
Everyone wouldn't take blunt actions in the presence of this person. This was an old man, having baptized by the long essence of time, with hands drenched in blood. He would not have a second thought to kill a person in a middle of a meeting, once incurred his displeasure.
Naturally, everyone was afraid. As such, they could only bear their anger to Voltar's insolent effrontery.
"Say, you person down below. State your name." Voltar spoke aloud, with a mighty and forceful tone.
The council members silently held their extreme displeasure to the person, as Voltar had inquired the hawk-eyed person. It seemed to be also a rule, not to interject during the present situation.
"I- I am Flitz Kuran." The hawk-eyed person nervously said. He would not carelessly reply in an excessive manner if he was not asked to some details. A question to a name will only be answered with his name.
"Flitz Kuran, if your report had deemed genuine, a suitable reward will be rightfully given to you." Voltar pleasantly smiled under the darkness. That was the thought that flashed in Flitz's mind as he looked to the black silhouette of Voltar.
"As an assassin having a cultivation of late stage mortal, you have the ability to kill a human that is small stage above of your realm, even killing a half-step is probable. Although as such, you tended to come back to the base to report, even risking death to an information you had not entirely verified. That proved of your wisdom and relentless courage to a situation whether it is far or near of your capability." Voltar continued, profoundness roamed out within his powerful words.
"Hmmp, it is natural for him to come back to report or else his greed will let him meet his demise." An old man snorted and let out a soft say, his tone having a tinge of potency. It was heard clearly by everyone even with his low volume of sound.
Everyone suddenly reacted except for Voltar who was cold and detached, they all immediately looked at the sole leader of this council. The lone one sitting in a unique and large floating chair, his paramount status was apparent.
Even the old man who had made a mistake, also immediately shifted his gaze to that man, terror was in his eyes. He knew he would die, after breaking out a personal rule created by that man. He broke out cold sweats constantly, every moment of time seemed to be eternity.
The rule for any assassins to bow down in report in this place was made by them, the council. But the rule of not to interject during a council member was asking questions or was in a thorough conversation, it was made by that man alone.
Flitz, the hawk-eyed person, who lifted his head earlier, looked back to the red floor again. The delicate situation had also affected him, horror birthed with his heart if that man would make his move.
However, as everyone tensed anticipating the scene of that man bringing out a punishment, nothing had happened. The man continued to sit still, as if he was not bothered, deeming this as only a little scuffle.
Everyone let out a sigh of relief, especially that old man in mistake. Flitz could also sense his surrounding and hear those sounds of relaxation, as such, his antsy muscles had calmed.
The only one who remained unaffected was Voltar, as if he didn't felt the atmosphere at all. He was not wavered and continued to speak,
"With such foresight, how about if I let you in the council? Taking one spot away in exchange is not an impossibility."
"What audacity!"
"This is way over the line!"
"What authority you have, you damned brat!"
"A late mortal cultivator to be a council member? Utterly nonsense!"
Some of the council members had stood up, finally exploded in anger, as their pent-up emotions could not bear up any longer to the provocation. Their horrendous auras shrouded everywhere the place.
Flitz immediately grunted in pain, holding his scream. He was suffering in consistent pressure, as if a whole mountain had weighted on him heavily, trying to squash him.
But a hope still lingered within him if that man would immediately step up. This had entirely broken his rules, already incurring his wrath. The one in a distance, lazily sitting; he would stand up: the mighty presence of a half-step "Ocean Fold Realm".