Despite Bran's intense glare, Dustin nonchalantly shrugged it off. He knew he could have easily emerged victorious in their fight without any intervention.

After handling a couple of minor disturbances, Aidan resumed his meal.

Jackson, accompanied by the disciples of the Embersteel Order, chose to keep a low profile and settled into nearby seats.

Grace stood up and approached Jackson's table. "Hello, everyone. Thank you for your timely assistance," she expressed her gratitude.

Jackson dismissed it coolly, saying, "Just helping out, no biggie."

He added, "I've always had a thing against those who prey on the weaker ones. Our sect consistently stands against injustice."

"The Embersteel Order truly lives up to its reputation as a haven for true heroes," Grace remarked admiringly.

"Why not join us at the table for a few drinks?" she asked, warmly inviting them. "I've got a couple of bottles of premium wine in my collection."

At the mention of premium wine, Jackson's eyes widened