“Uhm...” Everyone froze.

Donovan’s actions were quite embarrassing. He was drenched in blood, his nose was crooked, and two of his front teeth were also knocked out. He looked terrible as if his image of being the first prodigy to emerge in ten thousand years was no more.

Even the members of the Plenilune sect gasped in shock.

‘What happened back there?’

‘Was that cruel man injured that badly?’

Just then, a figure slowly walked out of the sanctuary. It was Frostine. Even though she had only