Sol gave Cian a glance before he suddenly displayed a smile as well.
"I'll see for myself if that's the case."
Sol said referring to the upcoming tournament.
Battle intent suddenly flickered past Cian's eyes upon hearing Sol's words.
Despite everything, he was still a proud genius that stood head and shoulder above his peers. Meeting someone as strong as Sol was a rarity that he greatly welcomed.
However, the battle intent soon disappeared from Cian's eyes to be replaced by a hopeful expression.
"Brother Sol…"—Cian glanced at the bracelets on Sol's wrists before continuing—"My sister might have foreseen this situation so she sent me here. I was never able to keep that bastard in check so it had always been a problem, could you help?"
Sol's curiosity about Cian's sister grew a bit more, as from the sounds of it she could foresee someone's future, which was an extremely mystical and terrifying ability.
