In seconds, all the elders on the ground surrounded the group. In the air, about fifty high-ranking elders could be seen, already armed. And in the center, descending from the skies, was the patriarch radiating a strange and malevolent joy.
"It seems like the heavens want my glorious Bloodthirsty Light Sect to become number one and finally dominate beyond this sandbox of ours in the desert," he spoke slowly, and everyone's heart around pounded frantically.
"Pif..." Suddenly, a ridiculous and muffled laugh quickly sounded, as if it had escaped and been deliberately restrained.
The gaze of everyone, including the patriarch, turned red, and the focus of it couldn't escape their eyes. A young girl looked at the patriarch, holding the whale with one hand and putting the other hand to her mouth. In her eyes, there was only subtle mockery.
