Chapter 535

• The speaker was a young member from a minor clan attached to Zicheng Tian’s master.
• “Hmph! Hide? Where could he hide? As long as he’s still in the Voidlands, if he dares let his mind sense flare, I’ll find him!”
• Hate smoldered in Zicheng Tian’s eyes. If not for the Carvers throwing that banquet, would he have gone? If he hadn’t gone, he wouldn’t have challenged Sullivan. If he hadn’t challenged Sullivan, he wouldn’t have lost face so hard. He’d been punished at home, then chewed out by his master back at the sect.