As the chilling reprimand echoed out.
Everyone present, including Wyatt Barnes, turned to the person who had spoken.
It was a young man clothed in white, his face handsome as jade, star-like eyes beneath thin arched brows, and an air of graceful elegance...
The most eye-catching thing about him was the sheathed sword on his back.
It should be noted that among these young talents present, nearly everyone had a 'Storage Ring'. Thus, few carried weapons outside.
However, it could be seen that this man clad in white did not look like one who cannot afford a 'Storage Ring'.
"Young Master Sword!"
Just as Wyatt Barnes was puzzling over the man's identity, a sudden voice caught his attention, jolting Wyatt back to reality.
Young Master Sword?
The fourth among the five distinguished sons of the Royal Country?
"A man of Returning Origin Sect!"
Quickly Wyatt recalled the identity of Young Master Sword, his face growing somber.
