A gentle breeze whispered through the air, lifting Lucian's long white hair and sending ripples across the tranquil surface of the lake.
Lucian's expression didn't change much as he calmly listened to Xander's words. His crimson eyes remained impassive, betraying nothing of his inner thoughts.
Seeing that Lucian didn't seem to be in a good mood, Isabella continued to ask while her hand squeezed Lucian's arm reassuringly.
Lucian couldn't help but chuckle to himself, knowing that Isabella was trying to lift his spirits.
But he wasn't surprised in the slightest; he had anticipated something like this from happening. Marcus had plans for Isabella, so he would have surely made sure she could safely enter the sect. And as for Lucian, who seemed to appear out of thin air, it was clear that he wouldn't be offering any assistance.
"S-senior Brother Xander, what exactly is the disciple selection process? How... how can one pass it?"