Gripping the last sect leader's soul by the neck, Adam soared. A mana platform met his feet mid-air as he towered over the Verdant Peak sect's grey tiled houses.
Through the windows, he noticed two types of disciples. The vast majority leaned over the windowsills, chatting with mocking grins, probably about how their elders had already felled him.
The other group—just over a hundred youths hiding in the smallest cottages—gnawed on their thumbnails. Eyes darted everywhere, hushed whispers passed between them, and trembling hands patted shoulders trembling even more.
Those... he would give them the benefit of the doubt. The first group, however...
