Hearing Madman’s words, Jared felt a little embarrassed. He hadn’t realized how different things were in the celestial realm.

In the mundane world, a gift could smooth over nearly anything. Refusing one was practically unheard of.

“All right, all right, if you don’t want it, fine. No need to blow up over it…” Jared tucked the celestial coins away.

“Talk! Who are you people? One more lie, and I won’t hold back,” the captain barked.

Around them, the soldiers’ auras shifted, each one unsheathing weapons, ready for a fight. The air was thick with murderous intent.

Jared and his companions suddenly found themselves the focus of hostile stares. One wrong word and they’d be torn apart.

Feeling the rising threat, both Madman and Eason tensed up, their auras surging in preparation. Bastian was visibly shaken, his face pale as clung tightly behind Madman.