Lyon's Personality

It was time for the reward ceremony. Though the arena was undergoing some immediate repair, it was not enough for them to finish it in a single day. 

The city was also undergoing rebuild as well. The cultivators didn't have that big of a smile now, but they didn't dare to show their dissatisfaction. For that young man was too difficult to guess. He might snap and made the city disappear forever. They doubt it would happen but they knew he could do it.

"Hey, look, it's the fortune-teller!" said one of the onlookers.

"Huh? Where? Oh, you're right!" said another.

The lady fortune-teller immediately courted all of the attention inside the city. Though her face was covered with a pink veil, her beauty was radiant. The red jewel on her glabella and the glossy black hair. No matter she had gone, heads would turn. 

Meanwhile in the corner of an alley, far from everyone's attention.

"She really loves pink, huh," commented Lyon.