In no time, the middle-aged fellow entered the training grounds to find Azzy in his mask, meditating on the ground; the concentrated beam of soul energy finally disappeared, and Azzy opened his eyes on his arrival, taking the initiative to speak, "Don't bother to issue quests for fun, mister. Not everyone would like it." Azzy's facial expression was quite serious.
The client was taken aback, "Hmm? What do you mean?"
"Why do you need a sparring partner with a greater soul realm than Tier-70 when you are only at Tier-56?" Azzy questioned him, standing up on his feet and staring directly into his eyes with a not-so-friendly gaze. "And do you think of us, who crossed Tier-70, as some mere employees who would accept disrespect for the sake of money? I have been here for half an hour." He added.
