Zhen Tianyun began to slowly walk over to Cain, eyes continually gathering on him as his voice boomed out towards Cain. "Ah. Events like these really are a great time to share tales amongst Dao brothers and sisters, wouldn't you agree, Holy Dragon Son?"
Simply saying the words "Holy Dragon Son" dropped conversations and forcefully turned heads.
It was hard to forget about a person that made Core geniuses of the Three Major Powers so filled with rage and yet hesitate to do anything. The tension in the air thickened, like the calm before a storm.
"Oh?" Cain flickered an indifferent glance at Zhen Tianyun, his voice cool and composed. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, like the edge of a blade catching the light. "Got something to say?"