Fellin appeared in the training grounds with an ice-cold expression. He wasn't smiling as usual.
"Who… are you?"
Immediately after seeing Seraph, he frowned. He has never seen anyone like this in the inner court of the Soul Peak. Else, where did this Peak Advanced Stage cultivator come from.
Seraph's smile widened.
"Oh me? I'm just a random nobody from the Soul Peak."
Fellin's pupils shrank. 'Soul Peak?!'
No wonder the white-haired boy's aura felt strange. He was one of those lofty bastards from the Soul Peak. He even dared to bully Sera and Dera.
Fellin's expression turned even colder as he stared at Seraph.
"Um…"
Seeing that her joke was being taken seriously, Dera tried to speak up but Fellin cut her off.
"Don't worry. I'll handle this."
Perhaps he thought she was being wary of the boy's identity as a Soul Peak disciple. However, Fellin didn't care. As long as he didn't cripple him, then there would be no consequences.
