The Exalted Warrior novel Chapter 1967

Just as Fane turned and was about to close the door, he heard someone calling out, albeit rather mean-spiritedly, “You’re Fane?”

Although this was a question, it seemed to be more like a jeer. Fane slowly turned around and saw a man with a short beard and a scary look in his eyes, standing not too far away.

While Fane did not recognize this man, he wore clothes that indicated that he was an informal disciple. This man must be an informal disciple who joined the pavilion via the usual recruitment process. According to seniority, they should call him their senior brother.

Nonetheless, Fane could not address the man as such, seeing as he obviously did not come bearing kind intentions. In fact, Fane would have ignored him based on his temperament. Fane was new here and did not want to seem impolite.

He only nodded as he responded. Wesley Sayer gave Fane a glance-over before he looked at the individual house behind Fane, his eyes gleaming with envy when he did.

“I don’t know how the pavilion decides things. There are only thirty private accommodations, and they actually gave it to cannon fodder like you!”

Not only Fane, but even the disciples who just joined the pavilion surrounding them also realized that something was wrong with Wesley’s words. What did he mean, cannon fodder like him?

Frowning, Fane asked, “What do you mean? We’re both informal disciples. What do you mean by cannon fodder?”