"Elder Heng, asking about personal abilities of someone isn't nice. You should stop that," Elder Drew said in a commanding tone, his voice slicing through the air with a rare sharpness. He stood firmly in front of Max, his eyes locked on the serene yet unsettling figure of the Bright Buddha Palace elder.
There was no trace of his earlier relaxed demeanor. His stance, his expression, even the subtle pressure in his voice made it clear—he was no longer speaking as a bystander, but as a protector.
After all, the people of the Bright Buddha Palace were not just respected for their strength across the Middle Domain, but revered for their reputation—gentle, kind, and magnanimous. That was their image, the one they had cultivated for countless generations.
But now, one of their very elders stood interrogating a junior—his eyes intense, his tone pressing, his presence overbearing. Elder Drew couldn't help but be suspicious. Why such fixation? Why now?
