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With Magma Core devoured by Fenrir, his Chaos Force became chaotic, he felt power increase.

Ezra Zephyr took in a deep breath, calming the emotions in his heart. In the next instant, however, his expression suddenly changed slightly as he heard an uproar, he dashed outside and cast their gazes at the sky.

At this current time, seven shooting stars like objects were streaking past the horizon as vast and indescribably mighty auras filled the land, enveloping the entire city.

The Spiritual Imprint boundary above Guardian of Continent began to open at this moment.

The powerful voices rang out across the entire city.

"The hall keepers of Guardian of Continent respectfully welcome the envoys of the seven sacred sects!"

The arrival of the envoys from the seven sacred sects had undoubtedly become the most discussed topic in the city. The blood of every prided genius was boiling, the eyes on their raised heads filled with anticipation.

Everyone had heard of the famed seven sacred sects, entering any of them to train was akin to ascending the heavens in a single step.

The seven sacred sects were just too powerful, the overlords of this world. Even an enormous continent like this was merely akin to a remote corner in their eyes.

However, the envoys did not show themselves after arriving. It was said that even the young geniuses\' hall keepers weren\'t unable to meet them at that time.

After all, the disparity in status between them was just far too great.

Even if one party was only an envoy, it was still far from what a mere genius of border could compare to.

Although the envoys from the seven sacred sects did not reveal themselves, it did not hinder the gradual rise in excitement within the city. At the very least, everyone knew that the arrival of the envoys meant that the opening of the Spirity Bailiwick was fast approaching.

Unlike everyone else, the prince of Bloodfang paid no attention to the arrival of the envoys. All his attention had been invested in learning the concept of the 2nd Circle spell.

At this current point in time, it had already been noon since the envoys from the seven sacred sects had arrived.

<Camp of Bloodfang Kingdom>

Inside a certain tent, Ezra Zephyr sat alone next to the opening of the tent. Bipasha was with the group of Bloodfang, teaching them some basics.

He had spent yet another hour immersed in the study of 2nd circle spell and was currently taking a little time off.

After drinking some of the fine tea of that area, Ezra shook his head in dissatisfaction. Having spent so much time with his mother, he had now grown to become exceptionally picky about his tea leaves.

He seemed to fall into thought for a moment, before retrieving a shining pot from his spatial bracelet. It was part of the \'good stuff\' he had collected from his mother and it just so happened that this was a good time for him to have a secret sample.

As such, the prince enjoyed his drinking alone, his tense mental state slowly relaxing in the process.

The truth was, his zealous practising for the past 5 years had indeed been due to the pressure from Brownmane. It would indeed be a joke if the lead that the latter had accumulated over the years was so easily surpassed.

"Even though they took my spirit, destiny provided me something much much better, I am confused whether to curse them or thank them." Ezra\'s gaze faintly flickered in thought as he grinned.

Of course, it was true that he got the spirit of Fenrir. But everything else was granted to him from his hard efforts, the days in cave training could be counted as days spent in hell. All the other prided geniuses were at the peak of the Qi Brightening stage, while Ezra was at the 5th stage. What if he encounters the geniuses from the very start, those geniuses are nurtured from their birth.

Ezra was confident in his combat but he was concerned about the spiritual energy difference.

(Note: Spiritual Energy is a common name used, there are 3 types of Spiritual Energy. Qi, Mana and Force)

"It seems that I need to find a chance to ascend to the 7th level of the Qi Brightening stage in the Spirity Bailiwick." Ezra\'s heart churned.

While Ezra was lost in thought, he suddenly sensed some activity beside him. He lifted his head to look, only to find that a very skinny man was now seated in front of him. This man\'s appearance was pretty decent and he wore gold, while the greenish smoke wafted from the pipe in his hand.

He looked exactly like an old wealthy merchant that had just left his carriage.

At this current moment, the man was anxiously staring at the cup of excellent tea that was in Ezra\'s hand as he forced a smile and said, "Young one, your tea\'s smell is not bad."

Ezra was stunned, somewhat unable to figure out where this skinny middle-aged man had come from. He was unable to sense much spiritual energy undulations from the latter\'s body.

"Boy, he is as powerful as your grandfather or... maybe more." Said Fenrir.

Hearing that, Ezra was perplexed. The sight of the man\'s anxious appearance made him smile as he pushed the pot over.

The old merchant-like man hurriedly received it upon seeing this and made a cup for himself. A heartful smell later, an enchanted look filled his face. "Not bad, not bad."

"If uncle likes it, I\'ll give it to you." Ezra chuckled, trying to figure out what was happening.

The middle-aged man\'s eyes immediately brightened as he excitedly responded, "Then I\'ll give you my thanks young one."

He took another sip before picking up his pipe again and drawing in a deep breath. Green smoke rolled out, its fragrant flavour causing the surrounding people to turn their heads, but no one entered Ezra\'s tent.

The neat middle-aged man enjoyed a puff of smoke as he remarked, "Young one, there\'s something amiss about the way the others look at you."

Ezra shot at him, he knew that it was because news of the grudge between him and the Brownmane Empire had already begun to spread.

From their point of view, he was only a 5th level of Qi Brightening stage practitioner, and yet he had an enemy like Victor Brownmane. This was undoubtedly akin to having half a foot in the grave, according to rumours.

Ezra smiled and said, "I have a life or death enemy called Benedict Brownmane, and his younger brother who is more genius than him is here, they likely believe that I\'m screwed."

"Benedict Brownmane?" The middle-aged man seemed to have heard of this name. His gaze immediately filled with pity as he looked at the werewolf prince and said, "Then you are indeed rather pitiful..."

The prince laughed, unoffended. He was already used to such a response.

However, the middle-aged man quickly crowded over and said in a low voice, "Moreover, I\'ve heard that the envoy from Holy Law Sect has already met Victor Benedict and is very satisfied with him.

As long as Victor is able to distinguish himself in the Spirity Bailiwick, he will be accepted into Holy Law Sect and become their disciple."

"Holy Law Sect?"

Ezra\'s heart shook a little. By this current point in time, he had already gained some knowledge concerning the seven 1st tier sects. It was said that Holy Law Sect was the strongest among the seven sects.

He never imagined that the envoy from Holy Law Sect had already met with Victor Brownmane.

The prince\'s eyes flickered, before eventually returning to calmness. He stared at the well looking man and asked, "Does master work at a hall in guardians of continent?"

Outsiders would not be privy to such information. Only those in the inner residence might catch some scraps.

The wealthy looking chuckled and continued to drink his tea. He sucked on his pipe and breathed out swirling green smoke as he shot a sideways glance at Zhou Yuan. "Young one, if you wish to take your revenge, the Spirity Bailiwick will be your final chance."

Ezra nodded, not saying anything else.

"I\'ll be taking these tea leaves, don\'t drink them too much, it\'s bad for your age." The man grinned as he kept the pot in his sleeves. He breathed out a puff of smoke as he looked towards Ezra. "Young one, the Spirity Bailiwick will open tomorrow. There\'s someone who has great expectations of you, so you better put in some effort. If your performance ends up terrible, it will really be a little embarrassing."

Ezra was taken aback, somewhat confused. There seemed to be a deeper meaning within the man\'s words. Plus, how did he know when the Spirity Bailiwick was opening?

The prince asked, "Who are you?"

The skinny man did not reply, merely waving his hand as he puffed out another ring of green smoke. His fancy shoes walked on the ground as he unhurriedly made his exit.

The young werewolf\'s eyes were filled with confusion. This man was not as simple as he had thought.

However, he did not dwell too much on this event, spending a little more time sitting alone, before rising and coming out.