The Northern Saint has left. Peter Brown let out a sigh of relief. On the surface, he appeared unfazed by the Saint, but deep down, he understood his own limitations. If the Saint truly decided to deal with him, even with a few Magic Instructors on his side, he would likely have no choice but to run for his life.
Fortunately, the Human Clan's current situation was not ideal. The emergence of someone like him was a significant boon for the Human Clan. Thus, the Northern Saint hadn't done anything to him.
Extending his Divine Sense outward, Peter Brown observed the surroundings for a while. He finally felt at ease.
After some thought, Peter Brown stepped out of the formation.
As soon as he appeared, Philips Williams and the others greeted him immediately.
It was evident that Philips Williams and the others looked tense. A Saint and a Quasi-Saint had just visited, and especially with a Quasi-Saint overflowing with battle intent, it was hard for the matter not to attract attention.
