Forced To Leave?

"Are you all blind? She was here way before them."

A white-robed woman waved her hand, her expression cold. It was none other than Crystia.

A group of thirty Candidates gathered around the crystal mountain that the Earth Dragon Clan temporally owned. They surrounded the place, seemingly confrontational, as all of them had their auras blaring out.

"That's right." A white-robed man nodded his head, "I, Girias, as the Dark Lightning Moon Clan's inheritor can vouch for Miss Isabella. Everyone here knows that she had appeared before the three of them. However, only those with power need to stay. The fact that we're already not evicting her is us giving respect to her."

He appeared to be a human and had a significant jawline that added to his charm, while his eyes were sharp like that of one eying a prey.