Davis didn't react. He simply kept the same languid smile on his face as though he couldn't be bothered with it.
The scarred man became much more respectable, cupping his hands, "My name is Gorolt. I'm the leader of the Scarlet Ember Pavilion, a Level Nine Sovereign. I'm considered powerful in these lands, comparable to an utmost genius but not enough to enter the ranks of supreme genius. My wish is to one day step into that realm."
Gorolt looked up and appeared full of hope. However, he kept his composure and cupped his hands again.
"May I know which major power you're from?"
"You're not worthy." Davis's lips curled into an arrogant smile.
"…"
The others didn't react with hostile emotions. Instead, they looked at Davis with even more admiration. He was the kind of personification of the level of strength and arrogance they hoped to reach one day in their dreams.
