John ignored the commotion behind him as he walked deeper into the Bloodfiend Sect. Much like the Heavenly Lightning Sect, grand buildings lined every street, as thousands upon thousands of cultivators streamed in and out of them.
The sect was vibrant with life, but was instilled with a much darker and more sinister atmosphere. Not only was the Sect shrouded in perpetual shadows casted by the high mountains above, but the naturally dark auras of all the cultivators mixed together, bathing the sect in a sinister aura.
Bang!
A sound to John's right caught his attention, and his head swiveled to see what was going on. To his right, a group of youths were surrounding a lone youth, throwing fists and kicks while the youth was on the ground. Taunts, jeers, and insults were being spewed from all of them, as the youth did his best to cover his head.
