Chapter 5798 She Doubts Him
- Moments later, beyond the soaring archway of Mystic Sky Sword Sect's mountain gate, Clara came forward with twenty disciples. Every one of them was clad in close-fitting travel blacks, long blades across their backs, eyes clear and predatory.
- Each disciple's realm hovered between Levels Three and Five of the Heavenly Immortal stage; their movements rustled no more than a passing breeze. They were, without doubt, the sect's finest scouts.
- Jared now wore a plain azure travel robe, its hems caught by the wind at the very front of the formation. Clara stood half a step behind him, pretty face locked in a rigid mask. To her, taking orders from a Level Seven Human Immortal was humiliation etched in granite.