Nero and his group returned to the sect, and the moment they arrived, disciples emerged from their rooms to greet them.
Their gazes were filled with curiosity and admiration, especially toward Nero, the young master who had become an enigma to them all.
"Young Master Adrian, we've already prepared the best accommodations for you and your companions," one of the disciples announced with an eager smile, his voice laced with flattery.
It was blatant sycophancy, but Nero remained indifferent. This kind of treatment was only natural. Power and influence dictated social order, and he possessed both in abundance.
People would inevitably try to curry favor with him, but he paid them no mind.
"Thank you," he replied with a simple nod before striding toward the designated room, his movements calm and assured. He didn't need directions—his steps were firm, as if he already knew exactly where to go.
