The Intent Alone Isn’t Enough

"You know me?"

Leonardo feigned surprise, raising his eyebrows. "Now that you mentioned it, you do look like the typical watchdogs hired to do some shady business."

"We have no business with you, Leonardo. Aren't you worried about those people coming for you?" The middle-aged man asked, his tone flat and unhurried.

Both Leonardo and the High Saint turned a blind eye to the conflict and slaughter going on below them, while the lightning seemed to consciously ignore them as well.

Leonardo smiled faintly, "No, no, no, no. You see, one of their people is already my student. How can I sit here and watch my precious student's people getting bullied without doing anything?"

The middle-aged man frowned as he didn't expect things to get this thorny. He could already sense the peculiarities of this region, he even had a few bold assumptions that this is some corner away from the normal population of Arcadia as cultivation in this environment is nothing short of self-harm.