Clara was about to charge in after him when a booming voice responded next to her.
"Clara, for this mission, we were told to work in groups. Don't tell me you want to disobey sect orders."
The tall, bald man looked over at Clara, his gaze attempting to bore a hole into her.
" How the hell is that any of your business, Wyatt?"
The boisterous voice naturally belonged to the rank 3 disciple, Wyatt Cole.
Wyatt's face suddenly turned into a ferocious smile as his fourth-level Golden Core Formation realm aura burst out from his figure.
Even though they were both in the same realm, Wyatt's aura was noticeably weaker than that of Clara's. Still, this didn't make it any less impressive.
A wave of killing intent erupted from Clara's noticeably smaller frame. If looks could kill, her death glare would have already buried Wyatt six feet under.
However, Wyatt remained unperturbed. His cynical smile remained as he stared down at the petite figure.
