Primus' expression slowly returned to normal. Soon, it was as though nothing had happened. He gave Ryu another glance before turning toward Ianjor and walking toward him.
Ryu frowned. It couldn't be that he planned to take out his frustration on Ianjor, right? Although he hadn't shown it, he felt a great amount of shock when Ianjor seemed to imply that Primus had stolen his eyes. He had a lot of hatred from his so-called great grandfather, but he still didn't believe that he would do such a thing, in fact he felt that he even somewhat understood the kind of person he was, which was why it was so surprising.
But even so, he could see a possibility of the first happening. But this? This wasn't just petty, it was pathetic.
Primus' hand reached out and Ianjor couldn't even move beneath his might. The latter's forehead was sucked into Primus' palm.
"Interesting. Someone actually dares to touch my disciple like this."
