There he was, standing in front of the curious pedestrians. Overlooking the small city and the sea which encircled it. His eyes were welcomed by cultivators of different races. There were demi-humans, elves, and others that he didn't even know the name of but there was no human.
(Well, this city is probably what Nostria dream of) thought Lyon as he rubbed his chin. The demeanor of a merciless fighter instantly faded off as his lazy look took over. He put his hands behind his back as he stepped down the stairs as if it was in his own house.
"Who are you, sir?" asked one of the pedestrians.
Lyon raised his eyebrows, "Me? My name is Lyon, ah right, sorry for crashing that building it was a boat accident."
