If this person did not appear, Ethan would not move.
If he revealed his strength too early, it would only drive the real enemies from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets into hiding. And Ethan had no intention of letting even a single rat escape the net.
"Are you a senior of the Azure Origin Dao Sect?" Seraphina asked, her voice restrained but tense.
"Yes or no," Ethan replied indifferently, "does it have anything to do with you?"
He glanced at her, eyes cold and measuring.
This woman was… useless.
In ten years, she had stepped into the Mahayana Realm and reached the third turn. By ordinary standards, that was considered talented.
By Ethan's standards?
Barely qualified to not be trash.
"…."
The chill in his tone stabbed straight into Seraphina's pride. Her fingers clenched tightly inside her sleeves, knuckles whitening.
But reason crushed emotion.
The sect was on the brink of annihilation. Pride was worthless.
She cupped her hands, suppressing her anger.
