The expressions in the room changed instantly. This was the conference hall of the Sacred Jewel Sect, and all the key members were gathered today, including the leader. Speaking so dismissively here was an insult, a direct attack on their prestige.
All eyes turned to the source of the voice—the unknown man sitting lazily in his wheelchair. He opened his eyes but stayed seated with a sleepy expression.
"Don't be insolent, cripple." One elder shot him an aggressive look.
"Got something on your mind, friend?" The sect leader, on the other hand, remained calm, eyeing him with curiosity.
"Push me forward," Alm told Heril, who quietly wheeled him up to the main spot, where the leader was seated.
Once there, the man made a small hand gesture. "Today, I need to step in and take charge. Step aside." His words were an order to the leader.
