There is flat land halfway up the Red Reed Peak. The land is hundreds of acres large, and there are small houses built with red bricks above ground. In the Red Reed Peak, this is the home of the 600 servant disciples. 

It’s afternoon, and all the servant disciples are free. They gathered in small groups in an open space in front of the houses. Some talked, some held jars and ate big mouthfuls, and some were topless, smearing herbs on their bodies. 

Suddenly, an exclamation attracted everyone's attention, "Amadeus has returned from visiting his parents!" 

As they heard the name, their focus turned towards the road. They saw Amadeus walking; they gazed down to check the bag he was holding in his hand. 

Amadeus ignored them. His eyes are completely focused on one person. He is a tall and sturdy man with a pair of sinister triangular eyes. He is Marcus with an arrogant temperament. 

Amadeus raised his eyebrows. He is frowning. He gritted his teeth so hard that cracking sounds could be heard. His fists are tightly clenched together, and the veins on his face are bulging. It is indescribably frightening! 

It’s him! The reason why he had fallen into such a predicament was all because of him! 

Amadeus could not bear his overbearing behavior. He held a grudge against Amadeus until now, and he'd made things difficult for Amadeus time and time again with malicious intent. He had trampled on Amadeus's so many times that Amadeus lost his focus and could not practise his swordfight technique for days. Just three months ago, Amadeus was capable of taking ten swordsmen at a time. But today, he could barely fight in one-on-one combat. If not for this, his father would not have given up on the upper-class Pneuma Invigorating Pill he used to break through. Amadeus wished he could skin this man standing in front of him alive and pull out his tendons!