"Who the hell are you?" Futula asked, still circulating her cultivation and ready for a fight.
"Ahem! I haven't introduced myself yet, even to your Uncle," Rean started. "My name is Rean Larks. I just so happen to be the one who got your uncle free by breaking one of those Islands of the Natural Formation."
Futula's mouth twitched. "So it was you who brought this trouble for me. Give me a reason to not kill you here instead."
Rean pointed at Olvris. "He tried it a few minutes ago. It didn't end well for him."
Futula looked at Olvris with a shocked expression. "They are only Peak Stage Spa-Time Realm experts. Uncle... you have truly grown weak..."
Olvris' mouth twitched. "Like hell, it was that simple! I was just taken by surprise, nothing else. If we truly fight, do you think I would lose?"
"Guys, guys! This is not the important part here, right?" Rean quickly intervened again.
