Son Jingle's expression had turned rather grave, wariness now present in his eyes as he stared at Ezra Zephyr. The former had not taken the latter very seriously earlier, which led to his prompt agreement when Moshi had asked him for support.
But now, he was feeling a slight bit of regret. Ezra was clearly not as simple as he looked, and Son Jingle had now offended him for no real reason.
Ezra caught his gaze and grinned at him before crying out loud. "Come forward!"
~SWISSH - WOOSH - FROOOM~
A large number of martial masters jumped from the nearby mountain, covering the whole sky like locusts. They all landed and quicly bent their knees before Ezra Zephyr. They were the disciples of Naran Continent, around 500 in numbers. Xyr, Zulfi Dimitry, Argus Woska, Shifa Pista and Theor Galearms. These 5 were in front.
