Lyon was not at the inn where the others had gathered. He chose to stroll Afurnae to his delight.
The young man was nonchalant as he walked in the night of the neutral city. His nose picked up the delicacies from the various locals but the gaze of the people was not quite welcoming per se. Due to his absolute dominance in the first round, First Heaven was practically forced to prostrate against him.
"Psst, look at the guy."
"The smirk on his face really invites a punch."
"Sh! Don't give in! That madman dares to declare that he wants to kill Hezar, you think you can handle it?"
Lyon's ears twitched as he heard those words from his surrounding. His smirks only turned wide instead. His reputation had grown exponentially and he didn't even spend a week in this place.
He was walking with ease as he used his hand to support his head. He gave out the usual lazy look but everyone knew how absurd the young man was.
"Hm?"
