Finnian's eyes flickered with caution due to Adrian's response.

"The Ziphyan factions, though virtuous in name, are rooted in the forbidden lands of the Central Continent. The Ziphyus Himself was no ordinary being—his one hand could suppress the heavens and the earth," he slowly remarked.

"Only the Saints of Sacred Lunaland are said to rival him in strength. For you, a young man, to have acquired even a sliver of their teachings speaks volumes about your skill."

The elder's words conveyed genuine admiration, but Adrian chuckled modestly. "Haha, it's nothing—just a few simple tricks I've picked up."

His tone suggested he had no significant expertise.

Nearby, Andy smirked and added, "Haha, Adrian, I knew from the start you were extraordinary.

"After all, the Ziphyan factions are full of hypocrites, spouting lofty ideals. You don't strike me as one of them. You seem far too approachable to share their sanctimonious ways."

Adrian smiled faintly. "It seems the reputation of the Ziphy