Far Superior?
A man with dark red robes, dressed along with a mantle over his shoulders, stood straight like a king. He looked handsome with his broad eyes and sharp eyebrows. However, his lips were curved into a condescending smile, making him look haughty and arrogant.
"What is with that attitude when I came to see you out of worry? I heard that the other disciples saw you crying, so I came to console you out of the kindness in my heart..."
Esvele stared daggers at this man with killing intent brewing in her eyes. If it weren't for this person bewitching her mind with greed, she wouldn't have fallen so low either, and neither would she have felt like this in the first place.
Improper and treacherous!
"A top disciple has come to console you, yet you, a mere core disciple, still possess that kind of face when looking at me?" The man snorted, "Looks like I have given you too much face!"