Zebediah grew anxious as he watched the unfolding situation. Our days ahead will be tougher if a fight ensues. Besides, Jared alone is no match for all of them.
While Zebediah was beside himself with panic, a sonorous voice rang out.
“Stop, all of you!”
Following the furious roar, Sigurd dashed over.
“Are you all trying to start a mutiny?” he demanded when he saw the disciples surrounding Jared. “How dare you fight amongst yourselves within the walls of our sect?”
“This fellow made the first move, Sigurd! Look, he struck me.”
The youngster who was slapped stepped forward and showed Sigurd his swollen cheek.
“Mr. Chance only struck you because you made things difficult on purpose by not apportioning our rations to us,” Zebediah quickly explained.
The youngster was about to retort when Sigurd stopped him. “Go and bring out the rations belonging to Mr. Samoll's disciples. Do not leave out a scrap.”
Sigurd's order caused the disciple tasked with distributing the rations to gap in disbelief.
Sigurd did not use to like Ghaylen's disciples, much less take the initiative to have their back.
His order for them to allocate the rations belonging to Ghaylen's disciples baffled the other disciples of Emerald Cauldron Sect.
“I'm telling you to bring them here. Would you like a taste of disciplinary action?”
Sigurd became anxious when they did not move.
Upon seeing Sigurd's anger, the disciple in charge slunk away to bring out the rations meant for Ghaylen's disciples.
“Let me know ahead of time when you come to collect your rations, Zebediah, and I'll make sure these hoodlums won't make things difficult for you,” Sigurd told Zebediah.
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