Liam grew stern.
"Chaos aside, how are you going to hide the fact that I'm a darkness cultivator? It's just you and me on this continent with that element."
"Echoria is still salty about what I did to them."
Usan didn't turn around, his gaze forward.
A few seconds of silence passed, with only the sounds of wind whistling past them.
"You're right. I probably can't hide that fact."
Liam grimaced.
He'd have to fight in the tournament nevertheless, but he had to hold ba—
"But I don't really have to. I've already made the necessary allegiances with the right people. No one, not even the Moyong family, could afford to attack you without becoming enemies."
"Still, I'll try to remove you from the public eye."
Liam almost heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thanks."
Usan chuckled.
"You're going to ask me for a Rank 4 cultivation technique now, aren't you?"
There was silence.
