“Ahem…” Herodias cleared her throat. An awkward expression hung on her face.

Yegor laughed aloud. “Go on. Why canʼt you tell him what you are upset about?”

“I will!” Herodias shot a glare at Yegor. “What took you so long, Clayton? With your powers, it shouldnʼt take you so long to gather those items.”

“I wasnʼt just working on collecting the items.” Clayton snorted. “I need to train my disciples too.”

Herodias was struck speechless by his response.

“What training did you put them through?” Yegor beamed at Jacopo and Xainte. “The two of them radiate an overwhelming amount of murderous energy. Clayton, did you make them kill a lot of people?”

Clayton smiled slightly and sent a glance at the pair of young cultivators.

Jacopo and Xainte conjured strings of severed ears tied together in the air.

Herodiasʼ eyes widened. “This… How many people have you killed?”

“Grandma Herodias.” Jacopo knelt, facing Yegor and Herodias. “During my training, I’ve killed 389 cultivators, whos