339. Twelve Demons

Noah stared at the shining tattoo on the back of his hand, it had moved autonomously which led him to shoot a questioning look toward Roy.

Roy lowered his head and answered his gaze in a soft voice.

"It has simply sensed the ill intentions of another member of the sect, it's like a warning. Don't worry though, you can keep it hidden somewhere under your skin with your mental energy."

Noah nodded at his explanation and his focus moved on the tattoo, his mental energy entered the image of the horned head and forced it to hide under his skin, even its radiance disappeared once Noah chose to cover it.

"Roy?"

An irritated voice resounded in the cave, Roy staggered when Elder Iris reminded him of her presence.

"W-well, he is a talented cultivator, I guessed that it was better to have him as a disciple instead of wasting resources to capture him."

Roy gave a quick lie but his tone betrayed him, it was obvious that he felt guilty about the matter.