As expected, everyone looked at Rise as though he were crazy, except Zarilan and his clan elders and Halwyn. They remained composed, even if deep inside they might not be.
Some glanced at them, frowning. Some of them almost wanted to speak up, only that they still remembered the lesson Kamille inflicted earlier.
Most of these clan leaders and elders were not combat types, and they were quite old. The surrounding fire was enough to keep them in place.
Rise swept his eyes over the crowd. A playful smile lingered on his lips. He looked down at them; he completely showed off his superiority.
However, he purposely lowered the mana exuding in their bodies to make him seem weak. Why did he do that?
Just...
Look at them. Rise could discern and almost hear their thoughts.
'That silver-haired man is only relying on that monster.'
'How dare he act superior?'
'A man leeching off a man, how disgusting.'
