"I'm in Alchemy Union," said Lyon nonchalantly as he shrugged. He stood there like he had owned the place. Not a single sign of nervousness was found. His enigmatic presence was something that hovered their minds.
"Damn, that man is mad," said one of the onlookers.
"How can someone be that confident," one onlooker shook her head.
"I would be confident too if I could hunt a kunpeng with a damn griffin," replied another.
Ark was not amused by his answer. He was a gold cloak alchemist and not the azure one like Renduval nor the three women behind him used. He was one of the elites. The cloak alone brought unprecedented status and garnered respect, not only from his fellow alchemists but outside as well. It was the symbol of greatness.
"Hmph!" Ark crossed his arms, "It seems like you think of me as a joke."
