Chapter 338: So You're Shayle Family of Cloudetop? Perfect.

The Eighth-Rank Grandmaster shoved the girl behind him, his stare locked on Asher Jauncy with razor-edged caution. From the way Asher had casually knocked two Grandmasters flying earlier, he understood one thing with brutal clarity. The man in front of him was not someone he could contend with. Asher, however, treated the Eighth-Rank Grandmaster's wariness like background noise. He sauntered back to his chair and sat down, voice lazy as if he were chatting over tea. "Who I am isn't something you...