Yet, despite the intensity of the Qi that Newt exuded, it seemed to go unnoticed by those around him. Jewel found it perplexing that neither Dylan nor Avery appeared to sense the immense force that lay within Newt. It was a testament to their own weakness, a weakness so profound that they couldn't even perceive the danger that lurked beneath Newt's calm exterior.
In that moment, Jewel couldn't help but feel a tinge of fear herself. The thought of being in the presence of such formidable power was both exhilarating and terrifying. It served as a stark reminder of the vast gap that existed between beings like Newt and those of lesser stature.
"Seems like we've wrapped up here," Dylan declared, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration as he surveyed the dwindling crowd. Most of those with notable talent had already been whisked away by the more prestigious sects, leaving behind only the less gifted individuals who had little hope of being accepted anywhere.
