Killian knew who it was—his heart racing in dread and fear. As much as he holds power as a disciple chief, this time, he can't really protect the boy.
The elders hold the real power here.
Killian nods, "Yes, I'll be there."
The man nodded his head, and a strange glint emerged in his cold eyes. He looked at Killain with a strange glance, "You have company here?"
Killian met his cool gaze with his own, calm and collected. "No."
The man's lips half curved upward but it was faint and fleeting. "That's right. I must be thinking too much."
"You wouldn't disrupt your own cultivation."
The man shakes his head like he was wondering what he's thinking, some kind of insane idea.
The man turned around and walked away.
Killian sighed in relief, then closed the door. His blue eyes turned calm. He decided to visit a place somewhere first—check on Sonny first to make sure he was okay.
