Shaman Wei An was thoroughly astounded by this proud yet challenging gaze, where had this hopeless profligate gone? The surging and pure dragon's breath carried his anger, like lightning piercing the sky, dazzling and scorching hot!
Four Holy Temple Knights sensed hostility from this strong and aggressive gaze. The fully armed knights immediately shielded Shaman Wei An. Prince Richard, leading the group, gently rested his hand on the hilt of his cross-giant sword, his cold and focused gaze locking onto Liu Zhenhan at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm not surprised by your response, but I heard that any shaman has one chance each year to apply for promotion at the temple, and the temple must provide the corresponding test for promotion. Respectable Great Shaman Qi Dan, why have you denied me the task for promotion without issuing it to me first, after my long and difficult training?" Liu Zhenhan's words were clear, far from the stupidity of Piegel's
