The Inner Sect Disciple of the Seven Stars Sword Clan, astride his sweat-bathed steed, extended his hand to accept the written message from Wyatt Barnes.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
...
Without even opening it, he had ripped the message into shreds in an instant.
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, the shreds danced in the wind, scattering among the desolate wasteland, none of them remaining whole.
"You brat!"
The Inner Sect Disciple of the Seven Stars Sword Clan, who looked down upon Wyatt Barnes with a gloomy expression, sneered, "You're clever enough to use a fake letter to cover your tracks. The Sect Leader's letter? I, Leo Dunn, a member of the Seven Stars Inner Sect, am not even qualified to have the Sect Leader write me a letter. You, a young man barely in his twenties, claim to have a personal letter from the Sect Leader?"
"Who would believe that?!"
By the end, Leo Dunn glared at Wyatt Barnes with an arrogant grin.
He was acting as if he had easily seen through his trick.
