John raised his eyebrows slightly as he took in the scene before him. After he had vanquished the Crimson Valley Sect army, he had knocked the traitor Orenn unconscious and left his fate for the Clan to decide.
After looking at Orenn, John glanced up ahead and spotted a familiar figure. He walked over and bowed his head in respect.
"Patriarch, you seem to be doing much better today," John said respectfully.
The clan Patriarch, Grayson Fenix, was seated up on a raised platform at the front of the large room. His body still seemed weak, but his complexion was fuller than the day before, and his aura much more stable.
The Patriarch smiled as he inspected John closely. "I am doing well thanks to you," he replied with a warm smile. "I never thought the savior of our clan would be a junior a dozen times younger than me, but fate is a fickle thing."
