The clan heirs remained where they were, frozen in place, each wearing a different expression.
Henry of the Faraday clan stared at the open gate, as his jaw tightened.
What was that speed?
He had noticed Adam the moment the manager called him out earlier. Back then, Henry had dismissed it as favoritism, some quiet relationship, fostered from background connections. That explanation had been convenient.
Now, it was impossible.
Adam had been there one moment and gone the next. Not a blur. Not a trace. Just gone. And the most unsettling part was that Henry, a profound apprentice, hadn't been able to see how he moved.
That made one thing painfully clear.
Adam wasn't just close to the manager.
He was strong.
Nearby, Abigail was still staring at the spot Adam had vanished from. She turned her head slightly toward Dickson, who was standing beside her in a daze.
"What did you say his special and cultivation talent ranks were again?"
Dickson swallowed, eyes still fixed forward.
