Three Fighting for Dominance

"You're not lying." Haskell Setzer's eyes lit up, as though he could see the shock from afar.

"Deceiving the Lotus Feather Pavilion gains me nothing," Braydon Neal replied with a faint smile.

Haskell remained still, pausing three thousand miles away as if awaiting someone.

An hour later, thousands of people approached from the southeast and northwest.

The four pavilion masters, a thousand pavilion elders, and a group of young disciples—nearly all the core forces of the Lotus Feather Pavilion—had gathered.

"Haskell, is the news confirmed?" a young man in a purple robe asked.

"Yes, big brother. The news is absolutely true," Haskell replied, pointing to a distant black mountain peak.

The purple-robed youth, Scipio Langdon, led the five pavilion masters. 

His power was formidable, nearly reaching the tenth level realm. 

He was intent on breaking through on his own and would share this level ten inheritance with his four brothers.