Chapter 441 – The Universe Cinnabar Tripod Cauldron
"Immortal Morality..."
Mark's expression turned strange.
As far as he knew, there was only one sect in the world that matched that name—or at least a variation of it. It was widely known as Grand Theft—a sect infamous for its underhanded methods and habit of stealing anything and everything.
They had no fixed base, and their members moved constantly, mainly because they had committed too many unspeakable acts. If they ever stopped in one place for too long, they'd be hunted down.
The reason he'd never heard of it as "Immortal Morality" was simple: no ordinary sect would dare include the word "morality" in its name.
In the entire Alps Mountains, no one dared to lay claim to such a righteous title unless they could actually uphold it.
That's why Mark was certain John meant Grand Theft, not Immortal Morality.
And yet... why did John look so damn proud about it?
Mark was completely confused. Watching John's smug expression, he couldn't help but think to himself:
"Since when did the disciples of Grand Theft become so confident? Did I miss something?"
Seeing the puzzled look on Mark's face, John smiled proudly and said, "Don't be jealous. The threshold to enter my sect is extremely high. Very few people can get in."