Disdained to Explain

Dread coated the brows of the five Ancestors. As though beasts facing their predator, their bodies became stiff and immobile. They completely disregarded Dyon's cultivation. No matter how hard they looked, they only saw that Dyon was still a mortal who hadn't even stepped into the lowest Immortal Essence Realm. Yet, did they dare to believe this? The pressure they felt told a story far different from this. 

Within the eyes of a few of the Ancestors, there was rage flickering away. It was no surprise that many of them had had dealings with Dyon in the past. In fact, the Elven Ancestor wasn't even the one with the greatest rage in her eyes despite the circumstances of their last meeting. Even the youngest of them, the Dragon Ancestor, who should have had the least dealings with him, curled up his massive golden body, looking down as though he had met the enemy of a lifetime.