"Sir, please hurry," one of Orryn's aides said pleadingly to the sharp-eyed young man, who seemed to be in his mid-twenties. "That person is so disrespectful. His actions alone make it seem like the Rhanes Clan is nothing in his eyes."
"Nothing in his eyes?" the sharp-eyed young man snorted. "He must be a foreigner. In the Fortaare Desert, there is no one that doesn't know who the Rhanes Clan is."
"It is as you said, Young Master. He is simply a barbarian who knows nothing of the world."
"Let's hurry along then. I want to see this person who dares to disrespect my clan's name."
"Yes, Young Master!"
As the sharp-eyed young man headed towards the gate, an old man with a long-white-beard watched him from afar.
The corners of the old man's lips were raised with a smile. Although he was old, his features were still prominent, which showed that he was once a handsome man who made all the girls swoon over him.
