Having become the center of attention was something Wyatt Barnes had grown accustomed to long ago, so he didn't mind it much.
But for Brady Yellow it was different; when had he ever seen such a scene?
For a moment, he couldn't help frowning.
It wasn't until Wyatt Barnes and two others stepped aside that someone's sudden arrival shifted the focus of everyone present.
"Tatum Cruz!"
"It's Tatum Cruz!"
"The direct disciple of the Flame Peak Master, Tatum Cruz!"
...
A young man in a fiery red robe appeared from afar, walking on air alone, radiating an aura of unparallel arrogance.
Without any visible movement, his fiery red robe fluttered open like a burst of swiftly moving flames, reaching a deserted space in the blink of an eye.
Next, Tatum Cruz, who was now floating in the air, began to close his eyes and cultivate in meditation.
At this moment, he seemed utterly oblivious to the gazes fixed on him, standing there on his own, completely indifferent to his surroundings.
