Man With Crossed Arm

Everyone's adam's apple moved up and down as their necks were laid bare with their gaze landed on the chariot hovering in the sky. Their cultivation levels were instantly benign in his presence as no blade shone brighter than the jewel embedded in the chariot.

"He..'s back," muttered one local.

"Lyon Torga... is back.."

"His... home..."

"King Deo..."

"King Deo!"

"King Deo! King Deo!"

Waves of cheers soon erupted and occupied the eardrums of the entire Nostria. The title was chanted over and over to his confusion.

"Huh?" Lyon furrowed his brows. He had not known who the king they were referring to, but their faces of grins were looking at him. Lyon smirked a little, however, he darted his gaze toward the beautiful man standing on top of the building with his quiver and a bow on his back.

The two gazes met with eyes as sharp as the others. Lyon nodded, "Come!"