Drake slowly walked forward, standing right in front of Ezra, the two now mere feet apart. Ezra's youthful, impassive face was reflected in the Drake' cold eyes as he softly said, "Ezra, you may have been able to ride roughshod over everyone in this tiny continent you came from, fully enjoying the status of a genius, but you need to recognize exactly where you are now…
This is Spirit Devouring Mountain, where Shiyan continent rules… The one who stands before you comes from the Shiyan's Tubble clan. My clan is of noble lineage in the Shiyan Continent… a level that you probably do not even know of.
I have a senior that is an elder in the Blood Slaughterer Peak and an elder sister in my clan is the personal disciple of the Blood Slaughterer Peak master."