As a faint mist descended, enveloping the disciples and shrouding their view, a chilling sensation crawled up the spine of a young disciple from the Kunlun sect. He urgently called out to the group before him, his voice tinged with unease.
In the face of the calm and handsome young man standing before him, the Kunlun disciple received no response. The indifferent look in the young man's eyes caused fear to grip the disciple's heart, making him shrink back involuntarily.
Within the sect, this young disciple was not considered a genius, nor did he possess exceptional talent. His reason for shouting at the group before him stemmed merely from his duty as a disciple of the Kunlun sect, an institution that had been nurturing him despite scarce resources.
