"Wyatt."
Ivaan Nigel and Atharv Nigel turned to look at Wyatt Barnes. Their features showed a deep concern.
"Grandfather Nigel, Uncle Nigel, don't worry."
Wyatt shot them a reassuring glance.
Nevertheless, both Ivaan and Atharv remained uncertain.
They couldn't understand why Wyatt would be so bold as to force his way into the 'Flying Rainbow Sect.'
The only explanation they could think of was that perhaps his current abilities were superior, enough to suppress the elders of the Flying Rainbow Sect. However, such a thought seemed fanciful.
How old was Wyatt?
Even if his talent was exceptional, could he, not yet even in his thirties, have achieved a cultivation level beyond the 'Peep Naught Realm Seventh-Order'?
To them, it seemed highly improbable.
Against the backdrop of Ivaan and Atharv's unease, a sudden flurry of wind punctuated the silence in the distant sky.
Shortly after, three figures emerged before Wyatt and the other two.
