Upon hearing this, Pei Yan slowly turned his head to look at the person who spoke out of turn. Under Pei Yan's cold, emotionless gaze, that person finally couldn't help but shiver and instinctively leaned closer to Saraf. It seemed the heavy breathing of his master gave him great courage, as he took a deep breath and straightened up to meet Pei Yan's gaze with defiance.
"Ah!" Pei Yan shook his head and sighed helplessly. He was long accustomed to fools who were either ignorant of the situation or too eager to grasp it. He was very tired and didn't want to make more enemies; all he wanted was to focus on fighting the Candle Dragon and his followers. But alas, there were always people stepping forward to make things difficult for him. A surge of ire rose within him, and he glared at the man and asked in a low voice, "What is your name?"
"I am Julian, I am of the Dragon Race..."
