Pyreus flinched at Darian's words and quickly snapped at him. "Don't mess around here! This is the Celestial Plane, not your mediocre planet. Even if he wasn't a Palace Master, any disciple could—ahhhh, stop!"
Darian didn't bother listening and stepped forward, looking at those figures with indifference, as if they were nothing more than clowns.
That gaze made the two powerful figures narrow their eyes. The only reason they didn't teach him a lesson was because there were too many people watching.
"What is it? Still got something to say?" Baynod spat, staring straight into his eyes.
"Palace Supervisor…" Darian ignored the idiot as if he were just a noisy child; a vein bulged on the man's forehead. Then Darian focused on the woman instead.
"You said earlier it didn't matter whether I took the test or not. I didn't know that, in this sect, people change their word so quickly."
