Meanwhile, Adam observed the inner sect's disciples as his rapid steps echoed against the immaculate pavements.
Their robes seemed similar, yet he narrowed his eyes on a minor detail.
'Some have more golden dragons embroidered than the others.' His eyes darted to their faces. 'Is it related to their age?'
He shook his head as three dragons fluttered on a twelve-year-old boy's robes.
'The guards were in their twenties but only had two.' A furrow creased his brows. 'Their cultivation realm, then? But isn't it tedious to request new ones every few months? Anyway, I haven't seen anyone with over four yet. But it makes sense.'
After all, those on the fifth tier were probably busy completing five-star missions or cultivating to become core disciples.
He shrugged. It didn't matter since he would soon shatter their beliefs—not before finding Misha, though.
