“Master was right. There are really good things in this place. The man standing at the front said coldly.
As soon as this statement came out, the others were surprised but did not reveal it on their faces. Jackie, however, quickly lowered down his head and hid behind Heath, as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He did it all so discreetly that, all apart from Frank, did not notice him doing so. The only reason Frank saw him was that he was standing behind Jackie all this while.
Frank sneered and gave Jackie a contemptuous look.” Well, well, it seems like someone had lost all of his pluck. Why are you hiding behind Brother Heath? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the Corpse Pavilion disciples.”
The corners of Jackie’s lips twitched. He could not be bothered with Frank then; his priority was to make sure his face stayed hidden because the person who was referred to as ‘Senior Brother’ was the masked man he saw at Mount Beasts.
The masked man was still wearing a mask on his face, which was exactly the same as the one he saw that day; even his voice was the same, so it must be the same person. What really surprised Jackie was how could the masked man enter the Secret Place of Resources when he was clearly at the spring solidifying level. It was against the rule for those beyond the final stage of innate level to enter.
He exhaled softly, threw away these distracting thoughts to the back of his mind for the time being, and quickly took out a common-looking mask from the Mustard Seed Spirit Ship. Then, he hurriedly put It over his face. Frank, who had been observing Jackie all this while, frowned thoughtfully.
Heath and the others did not care about the quarrel between the two of them. The three of them stood at the forefront and were solemnly observing the seven Corpse Pavilion disciples who were directly opposite of them. It would be five against seven if a fight was unavoidable, and all seven of their opponents were at the final stage of innate level. As for the five of them, one of them was only an intermediate stage of innate level, so they definitely would not be a match for them.
The Corpse Pavilion disciples could speak without a care in the world because they knew they had the advantage of number and strength on their side, so there was no need to fear Heath and the others at all. The corner of Heath’s lips twitched; he had a bad feeling about this.
The masked-man stepped forward and eyed Heath coldly. He did not notice Jackie at all. “Get lost or die!” spat the masked man, the words slamming down on Heath and the others, who all gasped at the same time. The expressions on their faces were as if their fathers had died. This masked man was too arrogant. He did not give them any face at all. It was either get lost or die!
Although Heath might seem gentle and talkative on the surface, he was also quite arrogant. He would never take this kind of humiliation lying down. He clenched his right hand tightly and said, “I don’t have any conflict with you and yet you disregard all the etiquettes. At any rate, the Corpse Pavilion is a fourth-grade Clan association…”
The masked man cut in before Heath finished his sentence, “Stop spouting your bullshit nonsense to me!