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Frank chuckled. "He's nothing special. There are plenty of people whose existence is condemnable."

Alda smiled, nodding. "If you say so. I'm sure you'll wipe them out one day."

Frank smiled but said nothing.

The next day, Frank and Faust met up with Zark.

After shaking hands, Zark led Frank to a large mansion in the outskirts of Cronde.

"I'm really surprised you came," Zark admitted. "You're really too nice."

Frank chuckled. "Now that would rub me the wrong way. We had an agreement- how could I go back on my word?"

Zark smiled and nodded.

The trio then strode through the front hall to the back garden, where the rich and powerful were socializing.

Zark was going to lead Frank straight toward them, but Frank shook his head. "Forget it. They'd start fighting if they knew I'm here, and that would be a mood killer."

Understanding that Frank was humble and being there was already plenty, he nodded. He had Faust sit down with Frank in a quiet corner before heading off to socialize with the bigwigs, while not telling anyone that Frank was there.

Faust then pointed to a young but stout fellow from the crowd, chuckling. "Would you happen to recognize him, chief?"

Frank shook his head-he did not recognize anyone present.

"He's Longram White, the eldest son of the Skyhigh Sect's chief. He's famous and often said to be peerless-care to put him in his place?"

Frank smiled but said nothing-not because he was nice, but because it was unnecessary.

If he beat Longram, the others would just challenge him after that, and that would be a real hassle.

Meanwhile, Longram continued to bask in the crowd's fawning when he heard someone muttering under his breath, "Peerless? More like overhyped!"

Longram turned and saw that the man who said that was shorter and skinnier, only in his mid-twenties but also conceited.

Striding up to him, Longram asked, "What's your name? Who do you represent?"

The youth sneered. "I'm Haran of the Cumur clan!"

"Haran of the Cumur clan?"

Longram spaced out for a

moment-he had heard of them

himself, as they were a major clan in

Shagan. They were just next to the

Costners in influence and had

famously purged a sect whose

members numbered over ten thousands.

Haran was himself a prodigy among them and was the only youth who had fought against that purged sect, making a name for himself overnight!

"I guess you've heard of us!"

Haran folded his arms before his chest proudly. "I won't make things hard for you just address me with seniority, and I'll consider not embarrassing you."

While Longram was wary about the Cumur clan's strength, he was not about to let just anyone walk all over him.

"Word of advice, Mr. Cumur." Longram chuckled. "Never get too conceited, or you'd have your comeuppance!"

Haran was laughing endlessly. "Mr. White, do you really believe such nonsense despite your youth? The only people who suffer

comeuppance are simply lacking... like you!"

Pow!

Longram launched a furious punch at Haran, but Haran parried it with his palm.

The resounding crack was so loud

that everyone turned toward them &

and Creed White, the chief of

Skyhigh Sect strode up, demanding, "What do you think you're doing?!"

Longram bowed his head. "I'm not trying to embarrass you or cause trouble for

the other guests, Father, but this man has a vile tongue!"

"And what did he say?"

Thalos Cumur, the head of the Cumur clan, strode up, naturally siding with his

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Before Longram could speak, Haran answered, "What else would I say? I said he doesn't deserve his fame, and he attacked me because he couldn't hold it in."