The man found zero words to utter; after stroking the girl's hair, he pivoted his gaze to the rest. The family owning the tavern where the Outer Circle students ate, Lilo's family, and the owners of the shops boasting small bells on their doors where the Ninth Ward students executed their purchases were all stationed here.
Among the massive mob inside the Arena of Existence, they numbered a mere fifty individuals, and the gaping void separating them from the rest made it glaringly obvious that the crowd was actively attempting to keep their distance. Even though the Spiritual Cultivators were practically climbing over each other, they refused to step anywhere near the Physical Cultivators.
