The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 445 – The Only True Disciple of Mr. Zack Lance

The young man who spoke was slightly older, dressed in the traditional robes of the Cinnabar Sect. He studied John with a suspicious gaze, clearly doubting his identity.

In the past few days, he was the first disciple from the Cinnabar Sect to question John.

"There are so many disciples in the sect. Isn't it normal that you haven't seen me?" John replied casually. "You can't just suspect me because I'm bald."

The young man sneered. "What a joke."

"There are tens of millions of disciples in the Cinnabar Sect. Sure, I don't know every one of them, but there's no one who doesn't know me."

So arrogant?

John gave him a once-over, raising an eyebrow.

This guy's seriously full of himself. Who the hell says something like that?

Clearly, the young man thought he was somebody important.

"Answer me," the man repeated, tone sharpening. "Which elder are you apprenticed to?"

John smirked. "Look, I don't even know who you are, and you're already interrogating me? Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking for my life story?"

He wasn't even trying to hide the sarcasm.

The young man puffed out his chest, clearly proud. "I'm Richard Jefferson, personal disciple of Mr. Leonard—the sect leader himself. That makes me the senior-most disciple in the Cinnabar Sect. How can you not know me?"

He watched John closely, expecting to see panic or guilt.

But John didn't flinch.

Richard was surprised.

Earlier today, a teacher from Cloud School had brought a few students—Violet Moore included—to visit the Cinnabar Sect. They came hoping to meet the mysterious inheritor of Queen Cyan's legacy.

That teacher happened to be an old friend of Mark Leonard, so the two decided to catch up privately, leaving Richard to entertain their guests.

It was supposed to be a light, easy job—especially with someone as beautiful as Violet walking beside him. As the personal disciple of the sect leader, he enjoyed being called senior brother everywhere he went, and it only boosted his ego when the women around him looked impressed.

Until this bald guy showed up.

Without warning, the bald man strode up, slapped Violet on the shoulder, and pinched her cheek—calling her his wife.

Blatantly disrespectful.

Richard was immediately irritated.

Even worse? The guy didn't acknowledge Richard at all. Didn't bow. Didn't greet. Just acted like he didn't exist.

Now, hearing John speak so casually, Richard felt utterly humiliated.

And John wasn't backing down either.

"I thought you were someone important," John scoffed, "but turns out you're just... average."

"What did you say?"

Richard's face turned black.

Anyone wearing the robes of the Cinnabar Sect had to show respect to him—he was the personal disciple of the sect leader. And yet, this bald guy not only refused to greet him, but openly mocked him.

And right in front of Violet.

John didn't flinch. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you know who I am?"

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Richard clenched his teeth. "...Who?"

John puffed up proudly. "Ever heard of Mr. Zack Lance, guardian of the Cinnabar Tower? I'm his only true disciple."

The words dropped like a bomb.

Of course, he was bluffing.

But Zack Lance's position in the Cinnabar Sect was higher than even the sect leader. He was a senior elder, one of the most mysterious and revered figures in the entire sect.

So John figured—if Richard wanted to throw around the title of "personal disciple of the sect leader"...

Why not one-up him?

"Zack Lance's disciple?" Richard's expression froze for a moment. Then he frowned. "Impossible. I've never heard of Mr. Zack accepting any disciples."

John smirked. "That just means you don't know enough. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask him yourself."

"Y-You..."

Richard faltered.

He didn't dare approach Zack Lance. No ordinary disciple did.

John was betting on that—and it was working.

Richard knew the bald guy was taunting him. He also knew he couldn't call his bluff.

Damn it! He's using the fact that I can't ask Mr. Zack to press me!

"You claim to be his only true disciple?" Richard asked sharply. "Then let's go see the sect leader together and verify your identity."

He might not be able to ask Zack Lance directly, but if Zack had taken on a disciple, surely the sect leader would know.

But John just spread his hands. "Sorry, I'm busy."

He flashed a grin. "If Mr. Zack Lance or the sect leader summon me personally, I'll go. Otherwise? You don't qualify."

Boom.

The insult landed hard.

Richard's expression twisted with fury.

"Not free?" he shouted. "What, are you hiding something? You scared to get exposed? You will come with me today!"

He stepped forward, raising a hand to grab John's shoulder.

But the moment his fingers moved, John smoothly slipped out of reach with an effortless sidestep.

Richard's eyes narrowed. His face darkened further.

That smooth dodge in front of Violet—and all the other Cloud School students—was a slap in the face.

He felt his dignity slipping.

I can't let him embarrass me like this again...

His spiritual aura surged.

Richard prepared to strike.

He was no longer just suspicious—he was furious.