A ripple of shock ran through the crowd.
Gasps and muffled exclamations broke the silence as they processed his audacious response.
The disciples from the Disciplinary Pavilion exchanged tense glances, their composure faltering ever so slightly.
They were clearly unprepared for such an outright rejection of Daoist Three Swords' invitation.
"Did… did he just refuse?" someone whispered, barely audible.
"Who does he think he is? Daoist Three Swords is a legend!" another muttered, equal parts astonished and intrigued.
Despite the murmurs and growing tension, Riley stood firm, exuding confidence that bordered on arrogance.
He didn't spare the hovering disciples another glance, instead casually turning back toward his companions.
His unspoken message was clear: he wouldn't be moved by authority alone.
The leader of the disciples clenched his fists, his expression darkening as he struggled to maintain his composure.
