Noran gulped when he felt an ominous vibe as he looked into Damien's sharp eyes. All the courage that he had built up faded away. Unknowingly, even his hand became cold and trembled slightly.
However, a hand gripped Noran's shoulder, "You pussy. You are getting scared from a low-born's threat? Or do you want me to raise my hand? You know it won't end well for you as well, making your senior waste his precious energy. Don't worry, the rumors are bullcrap, and we all are here anyway." Luke said confidently.
Damien didn't say anything and was simply watching the show with his arms crossed. He didn't want to make the first move and waited for the other party to do something.
Noran once again mustered his courage and gritted his teeth, thinking why he had to be afraid of a low born Nascent Ethereal Realm boy just like his senior brother said. He was from a decent noble family, while Damien was coming from the decrepit Rong Empire.
