These words weren't said by that Guanin relative, nor from any of the group of disciples around. They came from a direction where a new group of people appeared, their presence cutting through the tension of the standoff like a cold wind.
William looked up and all he saw was a tall youth with a robust body where his muscles appeared from the gaps in his opened shirt.
He didn't carry the refined, snobbish air of the Guanin relative; instead, he radiated the raw energy of a warrior who spent more time in the training hall than at banquets.
He had a serious looking face with sharp features, long nose, a protruding chin, faint hair covering his cheeks, and short blue and silver strands of coarse hair over his head. His eyes shone in brightness and decisiveness like his face and words.
He wasn't alone as he walked towards here with a group of twenty disciples as well, their uniforms marked with the insignia of the Academy's Disciplinary Oversight.
