Linda's eyes narrowed as she watched Fleming's departure, her lips curling into a scornful sneer. "Weak, all of you," she muttered under her breath, her gaze shifting downward to where Trevor remained immersed in his cultivation, oblivious to the unfolding events.
"So, he is the chosen one," Linda murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. It was not Ryan, nor Nivel, as they had all believed, but Trevor who possessed the markings of destiny. The golden aura enveloping him, a telltale sign identified by the ancient techniques of the Bard Sect, confirmed his status.
Contrary to initial assumptions regarding Ryan and Nivel, it appeared that Trevor held the mantle of destiny. Linda discerned this by the distinct Golden Qi enveloping his entire body, a technique exclusive to the sect master of the Bard Sect and their successors, devised to unveil the destinies of individuals.
