Nazaire wasn't surprised that Dyon could shrug off his Silence Dao so easily. If he couldn't do this, he wouldn't be a man so feared by all. Feared by all, humbling all.
However, this wasn't the case for others. They hadn't heard Dyon's words about being Nazaire's master due to the Silence Dao. So, how could they not fall from their seats seeing that Dyon seemed to be… fine?
Even those who were watching from across worlds were affected. How could a weak boy sitting right across from the man in question not feel as though his world was collapsing. It didn't make any sense!
But when they saw Dyon's unique flames, they trembled more fiercely. It felt as though there was a memory trying to resurface from their minds, but no matter how hard they tried, it only remained at the tip of their tongues. It was as though no matter how hard they tried, it wouldn't mean anything. As though the Heavens themselves didn't want them to remember.
