Cultivation levels

Markkus, however, was oblivious to the older generation's reactions, his attention was fixed on the two mysterious figures standing beside Evelyn - a brooding man with superior looks and aura, majestic and intimidating, but looked uninterested with an air of detachment. Yet, he commanded respect, and Markkus's skin pricked with unease. His wolf whimpered softly, reminding him of the incident that happened in the Lord's sanctuary.

But there was no way in hell that Markkus thought this man in front of him was the lycan.

Perhaps, he was a guest, he thought.

Markkus tried to see the level of their cultivation but failed. His brows creased. It means these men were stronger than he was.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

His words finally snapped everyone out of their dazed state, and the hall erupted with the older generation scrambling to prostrate themselves before the guest.

"Welcome back, My Lord!"