"They are looking because you look pretty,"

"Who the fuck is your friend?!" yelled Boran as he stood up and kicked the table harshly and the dishes on the surface toppled over including the roasted chicken.

Qie Xieling who had healed a third of his power spread out his fingers and a ferocious flame engulfed them. As a descendant of a wizard who was a self-proclaimed god of magic and a draconian bloodline sorcerer supreme, Eling wasn't one easily dealt with.

The only reason the monsteric order got to him was because they acquired the services of a vixen in the twilight siren house brothel who eerily resembled Yana and got him so intoxicated that he could even open his eyes.

Using that opportunity they beat him black and blue before drowning him in the tar pool.

Qie Xieling was so annoyed that he couldn't help but take it out on Boran. "You want to fight then come on. Let's fight," he said mourning the loss of his roasted chicken.