John's appearance was striking amidst this group which had worn similar aesthetic robes of different colors and designs.
Those who hadn't seen him before now finally saw him and John found out that he kind of had enemies with his high soul sensitivity.
Not that kind of enemies, but he could feel many ill intentions toward him.
'I wonder why…could it be because of Azelis choosing me as her first apprentice and not that haughty bastard?' John's eyes gleamed coldly.
He still remembered the clear evil intent aimed at him from Rakim Lockham the moment his hand was cut off.
"Brother John, we heard what happened at the Arena last time."
"Yeah. Rakim cut off your hand, right? But in reality, you won that match."
"Since then, those in support of Rakim weaved a false narrative about you, so many people in the sect kind of don't like you."
John blinked and then burst out laughing. "Is that for real?"
'Well, people are unsurprisingly easy to manipulate, especially in en masse methods.'
