Although Barlow held a deep respect for Adrian's strength, he was not afraid of the latter. Despite his advanced age, Barlow was still a formidable warrior, hardened by years of battle. His fighting spirit was not something that could easily be extinguished, not even by the threat of Adrian. Moreover, as the oldest warrior in Dragoria, he did not believe that Adrian would dare to lay a hand on him.

"I've heard much about you too," Barlow said with a slight smile. He then gestured toward the guest seats, pointing out Adrian's spot. "I had hoped to sit here to watch the ceremony, but it seems the staff has already assigned this seat to you. Would you mind if I moved your seat a bit further back?"

Barlow’s words, though seemingly polite, were a veiled threat. He raised his voice deliberately so that even those seated at the back could hear him clearly. Given his age and status, who would dare to refuse his request?

However, just when everyone thought Adrian would agree, he waved and