Darius’ gaze sharpened. The old man put his hands behind his back and looked at Darius appraisingly, allowing his gaze to travel over Darius. Darius didn’t say anything. Instead, he calmly lifted his head to meet the old man’s eyes. In that instant, he felt dazed, but he soon returned to his senses and enveloped himself in his life force.

This time, the old man was the one who looked dazed. Similarly, he also returned to his senses a second later. He looked shocked. “I can’t believe I still share the same tastes as that old fart—we both chose you to take after us.”

Darius frowned, a complicated look flitting across his face. He thought the old man had only discovered he was still alive; he didn’t expect him to also know about Teivel. Darius slowly retracted his arms and got to his feet.

The old man frowned and stared at a spot on Darius’ arm, following it wherever it went. It made Darius’ hair stand on end. It seemed the old man was more powerful than he expected—from the moment he