Soon, the group of four made it to a culdesac of sorts, surrounded by seven identical towers, each with three floors. These towers were reserved for each one of the professions. Formation masters, alchemy master, beast masters, weapons masters, poison master, magic masters and runic vein masters.
The limit of Dyon's knowledge on the Sapientia Quadrant was what Clara had told him, so he was still quite surprised the poison masters had such high position in the martial world. Usually, even in the human world, those who specialized in poison would be seen as the scourge of society, but here they were, heads held as high as any of the other arrogant geniuses of second professions.
It wasn't that Dyon looked down on poison masters, after all, if it wasn't for the existence of their dao, he would have likely died in his second trial. He was just surprised. Maybe poison masters had a use he was ignorant of.
