Chapitre 1245: Little Competition

The four leaders of the groups, each eager to secure Azleid's favor, stepped forward, seizing the moment. Sensing the clear animosity in Azleid's eyes, they exchanged knowing glances. Lyon must be a fool, they thought.

One of the leaders, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, bowed slightly. "Young Master Azleid," he began, his voice dripping with deference, "it seems this newcomer doesn't respect the customs of the Sixth Heaven. His arrogance could jeopardize our mission."

Another leader, a woman with sharp eyes and a cunning smile, added, "Indeed, Young Master. Such disrespectful behavior cannot be tolerated, especially in the presence of someone of your stature. With your guidance, we can ensure the treasures remain in the right hands and that order is maintained."