Mine

Hidden within the crowd, a familiar father-son pair were looking on at these events with amused expressions. However, after hearing Fidroha's words, the father suddenly snapped.

"That stinking brat, how many trees is he trying to hold on to?"

The sloppily dressed drunkard of a son laughed at these words.

"Father, you actually travelled all the way from the Inner Ring to the Core Region just to catch a glimpse of him, now you're just jealous."

His words received a smack to the back of the head.

"What do you know? This boy is a Throne of that Awoken Moon Sect the Apostles still don't dare to casually check, he's a Core Disciple of the Mercenary Guild, and now he's being invited by the Apostles themselves. When is it going to be my Armament Guild's turn?"