Milo watched on silently as Azz stared down the strange man. He looked nothing like Milo had ever seen before. This phenomenon only served to worsen as a bright purple veil suddenly crossed the mans features.
'I've seen that before!'.
Milo felt a shudder run through his body as a memory clouded his mind. That purple veil was a sign that one had entered the courts, the lower court called the nightly vast sect to be exact. To keep it blunt, the nightly vast sect was a group in the courts who had resigned themselves to the pleasures of life rather than overall growth of their essences.
In short, this guy right before his eyes was nothing but a low-level scrub who lacked the motivation to grow stronger. At least, that's what he was to the Azure Dragon.
To Milo and the inhabitants of this world, this man was easily in the transcendent realm, a being on equal footing to Azz, a former demon king. Yet, one major question remained for Milo.
