"Bullshit! Do you think we would just believe what you say?"
A burly youth in green robes immediately cursed at Sol from below the stage.
The disciples in the surroundings nodded, while another voice rang out, this time coming from a female disciple wrapped in black robes.
"That's right, why would we trust you to keep to your word to suppress your strength? And why even do this? What do you get out of this?"
With the cold expression on this girl's face, along with a sword strapped to her back, she looked extremely intimidating. Especially, since by merely standing there, she radiated a feeling of sharpness.
The disciples in the surroundings didn't dare stand too close to her.
The burly wasn't any less extraordinary. He wasn't giving off any grand aura, but this made him even more terrifying as how could such a burly person seem so unremarkable? He seemed like a tiger that was crouching in the bushes and waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting prey that happened to walk by.
