Chapter 2167


    They talked as they walked, meeting many other disciples along the way as they did.


    The battle at the gathering spot made Fane rtively well-known, and a lot of people viewed him in


    a different light from then on. Most of them looked at him with admiration, but some envied Fane


    immensely. Despite this, Fane’s expression remained stoic and unperturbed, no matter what the


    people''s opinions were of him.


    The closer they were to the east side, the fewer the disciples they ran into. After all, the people


    active in the east side were mostly the management members with high positions, or even elder


    disciples. Fane and the rest did not know their way as this was their first time here. They struggled


    to find their way here and had to ask for directions from several disciples.


    The only road to the Mysterious Green Hall was one turn away. They quieted down a little as they


    got closer as their surroundings were utterly quiet. Apart from the sound of the wind blowing past


    the bamboo trees, the only thing that could be heard were their voices. At this moment, Noel


    suddenly frowned as he lowered his voice and said, "Who’s that guy up ahead? Why is he looking


    at us like that?"


    Fane followed his voice and looked over. A man was standing behind a dumper of bamboo, and he


    seemed


    to be doing that on purpose so that they could not see him clearly. However, all three of them could


    see the hostility in his eyes. Fane frowned as this was the only route to the Mysterious Green Hall.


    Was this a member of the Mysterious Green Hall?


    Fane continued walking, even though doubts riddled his heart. Fane could only see the person a


    little better as they approached. This person was quite goodlooking, and Fane was surprised when


    he saw that the person was wearing clothes that indicated he was a chosen disciple. There was an


    obvious division between the pavilion’s disciples. The disciples had different clothes ording to


    their ranking of being informal disciples, elder disciples, and chosen disciples.


    This person had three begonias sewn on his waist, and he was obviously a chosen disciple as well.


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    All three of them raised their guards mentally upon seeing him.


    Brook had the lowest position, so he decided to hide behind the two others. Only his eyes were


    seen peeking out behind them as he looked at the chosen disciple in fear.


    Griffin Olsen looked at Fane coldly. "Why are you looking at me so alertly? I won''t do anything to


    you right now."


    What he said sounded like he wanted Fane to be at ease, yet it was aplete power show. Fane


    frowned; this person did note bearing good intentions. He had no idea who this person was as


    he had only joined the Dual Sovereign Pavilion recently. He could not have offended a chosen


    disciple, either.


    Fane could only gesture politely with his hands out of his mannerism. "May I know who you are?"


    Griffin raised his eyebrows. "I’m a chosen disciple, Griffin Olsen. Remember this name; you''ll be


    hearing it often in the future."


    Fane frowned at Griffin''s intonation. He was even more concerned about why Griffin was purposely


    blocking his way here to meet him.


    Griffin stared at Fane coldly. He seemed to have read Fane''s thoughts as he sneered and said, "I


    had to meet you. You so effortlessly won a spot while my brother lost his."


    Fane was puzzled when he heard this. He had no idea who Griffin was, let alone his brother. As for


    the spot Griffin mentioned, could it be the spot as thest disciple? However, Fane''s guts told him


    that what Griffin meant was not the recently obtained spot as thest disciple.