Lyon slowly got up as he patted his cloth to clean the dust. "Alright, old man can I ask you to protect the Mist Clan from that Kafrin guy? Tell him to come and find me if you can't kill him unscathed."
His overbearing confidence could amaze anyone even with half a brain. The ancestor of the Kafrin clan was stronger than him by many folds, it was beyond their imagination to think that Lyon would beat him in a battle. However, those who were close to him knew his capabilities very well. Especially, Luna, she was there when Lyon's talent being assessed.
"Yes, young noble, in your honor I shall do as you ask!" said Old Sean with a bow. Though he didn't know Lyon much as a cultivator, he knew that his friends were incredible enough to protect him. (Besides, I can only sense faint disastrous energy emanating from the woman with the fox ears, while the other one make my legs wanted to run for life).
