Chapter 52: A Weight Off My Shoulders
What?!
Kinson Wexford, who had been the very picture of calm and composure just moments ago, felt his pupils shrink to pinpricks. His head snapped around, and he fixed Lordi Payne with a glare so ferocious it could've devoured a man whole. His expression was that of a rabid beast, teeth bared and ready to lunge.
Lordi Payne flinched, startled by the sudden shift. "Senior Brother Wexford?"
"So it's this little bastard who screwed me over!" Kinson Wexford's mind roared with fury, a volcano of rage threatening to erupt. His palm itched to strike, spiritual energy surging through his veins like a storm. But with a deep, shuddering breath, he forced himself to rein it in.
After all, Lordi Payne was someone Senior Sister Fairy Lith had personally brought into the sect. Without her explicit permission, Kinson Wexford couldn't lay a finger on him—no matter how much he wanted to.
"I've got the gist of it," Kinson Wexford growled, his voice low and dangerous. He was already sick of looking at Lordi Payne's face. Every glance at this kid dredged up the humiliating memory of Miu Tyanh thrashing him in front of everyone. Sure, he and Miu Tyanh had a long-standing feud, and taking a beating over their personal grudge was one thing. But getting beaten because of Lordi Payne? What the hell was that about?!
Steadying his nerves, Kinson Wexford issued a curt dismissal. "If there's nothing else, get back to the outer sect. Inner and outer disciples don't mix—you're still just an outer disciple. It'd be bad for you if someone saw you wandering around the inner sect."
Get lost! he barked inwardly, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Scram, fast! Before I lose my temper and squash you like a bug right here!
Lordi Payne sensed something was off, but with Kinson Wexford's stormy expression, he didn't dare push his luck. "Aye, Senior Brother," he mumbled, turning to leave.