Lana's gaze shifted toward the group of cultivators who had just arrived.
Their identical uniforms.
Their icy expressions.
Their overpowering sense of superiority.
Her brows drew together.
"So the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets finally decided to show up. They're here to sniff out the spoils… but they probably didn't expect Ethan to have been tearing apart the Ashenvale family and the City Lord's Mansion for this long."
Latham nodded lightly, but his eyes were sharp.
"The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets… a nest of old foxes. Always calculating."
He looked toward the battlefield.
"Ethan must've used some unique secret method. Right now, his combat strength already matches an Inferior Supreme late stage… maybe even the peak."
He paused.
"As long as Damion and the other two don't interfere, Ethan can absolutely defeat Victor Ashenvale and Galen."
A faint gravity crept into Latham's expression.
"But what concerns me… is that mysterious female Supreme."
