Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 164

The man that comes up to us is closely followed by the only two other cultivators that I have seen so far, with Alexis wearing his blue Enlightened Sun Bearers sect vest in a neatly tight fashion, well cleaned and dressed up, a fan slowly moving on his hand, his air of grace and uptight just as I remember him by along the years, never changing since the moment I saw him first and the small ones that follow, giving me pieces of advice as my senior from time to time, friendly but not much as to call him a friend.

One other that did not change is Giovanni it seems, the lazy cultivator still boldly stares at everyone who even glances at Alexis, having an unkempt appearance as his red Stunning Golden Tiger sect vests are open up at the front, falling on his shoulders and outlining his lazy way as he yawns, messy hair tighten up in a high ponytail.

I wonder if he would even get out of bed with that attitude if it wasn’t for Alexis, I feel a little bit sorry for him but only a bit as he seems happy in his relationship.

As they say, the opposite attracts one another.

"Good evening misters, didn’t mean to intrude." I then look at the person who speaks at the front of the odd group, unease as I had not sensed his presence at all, distracted as I was, but as I look back I realize there is far more to this person for the sheer natural pressure he eludes, not overwhelming or constricting like my ex-master but stronger in a way, not overpowering and conquering and far deeper than his.

Someone far stronger than my own master... who is he? I barely manage to keep a frown out of my face, looking at him with a questioning gaze.

To add to my confusion my own father stands beside him, with more bandages than I all over him, which satisfies me as much as it pulls at my own wound, none deep or lethal on either side but still it had been nice to scratch the surface of my anger.

"You will? But you told us you wouldn’t interfere... None of you would."

This man speaks slowly, not in a hurry at all, but my bustling instincts tell me to keep an eye out because he is not as slow as one may think from the way he acts.

"Well, things have changed with what our friend has brought us, and the balance must be maintained at all costs. If this Demon Lord wishes to tilt the delicate balance between light and dark at the price of many innocent lives is our duty as cultivators of the immortal path of light to intervene."

"And who are you?" Says Ethan, annoyance and distrust ringing in his voice, but I guess we haven’t had much luck with cultivators so far, even less with the oldest ones that speak eloquently and full of pomp.

I see the frown on Major face deepen as he says: "Boy show some respect, this is-" But the other stops the Major from saying anything, and his lack of expression starts to bother me, he keeps a smile on his lips and eyes, but does not move them out of there, almost as if I am looking at a statue face, a very old one petrified in place.

I guess he is trying to be friendly but it is if as his muscles are too used to not moving anymore in a normal mortal way that they just stay put there in a mode that would be uncomfortable for most to hold for that long, humanly impossible.

And even more strange is his eyes, his gaze, not a friendly or unfriendly one, as indifferent as interested, one who would truly fight for the balance of forces, for the good side as much as for the bad one.

Keeping the balance of forces from tilting to any side at all.

He was not a friend of ours, but not an enemy either... at least not now.

"Your help will be really appreciated Master Atticus." Is odd to see a burly man who is used to shouting out orders giving this frail looking man a small bow, but in the world of magic and cultivating judging one’s strength by appearance is a great mistake.

Then I recognized the name, and by the way he is acting and the way my father looks smugly at me when I stare from the man to the tiger, back and forth for a moment, I can tell that, as improbable as it is, it is real.

For there is only one big known cultivator that I have ever hear of, or rather, was forced to study about him and was supposed to respect and know their teaching at the tip of the tongue by this name, and it is for no less since the Atticus that I know of is the founder of the Cultivators Realm Sects from the south, including the ones we were at, and all there were on those prestigious mountains, which included the Peaceful Heavenly Tortoise, the Pills refiners, the Stunning Golden Tiger, from the martial artists, and the Enlightened Sun Bearers, us enchanters.

How come such a big shot is right here? And what is his connection with my father who just sat down next to him, his overwhelming tiger figure looking big even laying low like this.

Funny how the man with simple white vests and a thin waist and wrist is the biggest threat among all here.

A quick glance at Ethan and I can tell he, too, has recognized the name, and how we should tread carefully now.

Well, it is at least what I thought, but Ethan is not the type to restrain himself no matter who the other one is, big shot or not, and thinking how many stronger opponents he had to face his entire life is no wonder he does not feel threatened by his presence.

"And how exactly do you want to help?" Ethan lays back as he speaks, elbow on the chair and hand prompting his head.

Ethan’s mockery is clear, one of the few times that his not being level headed and acting like the little devil he is was not for the best, because we could use every ally we may find, and Atticus for himself is already a big deal on its own, and would be a great force by our side... or as our enemy.

Thought if that meant having to endure more of my father... I may act as irrational as Ethan to avoid it, a childish yet potent emotion of simply wanting him to be gone, no matter the cost.

I guess even I could not escape from having such silly impulses sometimes, the real question is, was this all worth the trouble? Should I choose to keep my emotions at bay and accept this?

Well, had I not done it already for the sake of mother? Some things are worth more than just being right.

I, to the surprise of all, intervene in favor of them: "Very well, let’s listen to what you have to say, but don’t forget your priorities old cat." That last part is directly to the tiger on his side, and yet he seems to show fang in a sly smile at what should have been an offense.

Sigh, why do I always get myself surrounded by silly fools?

As if reading my thoughts the cultivators pulls a chair and sits in front of me, the two grown up adults ready to talk business while the other two sulked at the side.

Which is just fine by me.