The Veilmasters, the group of six who had just confronted Simon, the clan members who acted as guards, and the trial candidates who approached the stone bridges late.
Every single one of them looked at Simon and wondered what the hell he was doing.
Couldn't he see that time was going?
"Lowly mixed breed." The group leader spat with a disgusted expression, then he turned and gestured at his companions.
"Let's go. We have a trial to pass."
His companions took one last look at Simon before turning and running across the narrow and swaying stone bridge.
The other trial candidates also decided to move into the cliffs of the valley after seeing that Simon was truly just waiting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.
Meanwhile, the Veilmasters and other clan members stared at Simon with different thoughts and expressions.
As for Simon?
He just sat in a meditative pose, but he didn't cultivate.
