“You think you’re something, huh kid?” sounded a supercilious voice. Dragging a rusty sword, a yawning man dressed in tattered clothing sauntered up to Lu Yun.

He was very young and might be more appropriately labeled a young man instead. Perhaps he was actually a teenager. Smudged with dirt and his hair a matted mess, it was impossible to make out his face.

The second he appeared, however, saw everyone scattering away from the premises. Even the yowling boy that the Meteorite King had hung on the city walls cut off mid screech and regarded the man with fear.

“I think I’m something?” Lu Yun shook his head. “Not at all. These two here don't know what respectable behavior and manners are, so...