Remi Sinclair and Seeker Sinclair were helpless.
No matter how they talked Wyatt Barnes down, he was hell-bent on leaving.
As evening fell, Remi Sinclair and Seeker Sinclair accompanied Wyatt Barnes as he walked out of the gates of the Martial Arts Academy.
Just as Wyatt steps outside, he found himself met with a piercing gaze that had locked him in its sight.
"Are you Wyatt Barnes?"
From a distance, Lester Bell, the head of the City Guard, stared unblinkingly at Wyatt Barnes, as if he was deeply afraid Wyatt would disappear from his sight.
Students of the Martial Arts Academy, even freshmen, were typically around twenty years old. An eighteen-year-old youth was indeed rare.
Most importantly, this youth was wearing a purple gown, just like the Wyatt Barnes mentioned in the rumors.
So, Lester Bell quickly recognized Wyatt Barnes.
"You guys should head back first."
Wyatt Barnes shot a smile toward Remi and Seeker Sinclair.
