Jun fixed his sleeves, pulling on them slightly and sweeping a palm over their bodies to smooth out any wrinkles. He had a calmness to his face that was impossible to read, and if not for his powerful soul, Theron wouldn't have even sensed his intention to attack at all.
He was quite the dangerous man, there was no denying that at all.
Theron chuckled. "I'm not sure what I did to deserve such an attack."
Gione raised an eyebrow, his interest in Theron going from casual to far more focused. This young man…
Was a problem.
He looked to be only 17 or 18 years old at the very most. He definitely wasn't more than a year or so outside of those ranges.
For him to already be a King at that age was asinine. Part of Ayame's great fame was exactly because she had managed to do exactly that at such a young age.
But to have such cultivation at that age was one matter; to have such strength at that age was a different matter entirely.
