A man radiating mature charm emerged from the shadows.
The slightly unkempt brown beard did not bring the slightest bit of sloppiness to him; on the contrary, it only made him look even more mature.
Of course, what truly captured attention was his aura.
Even without wearing the white cloak.
Even with the gray Death Qi in his eyes subdued.
That sense of deathly stillness still lingered around him.
Upon seeing him, Sean and Bonte felt as if they were looking at a living corpse.
Almost instantly, every hair on their bodies stood on end.
Like a cat arching its fur.
The two in the Cat Hole instinctively took on a vigilant stance.
The reaction of the Young Lion was even more exaggerated.
He not only jumped up entirely, his eyes widened, causing the color-concealing lens in his eyes to fall, and he kept exclaiming.
A "It's you" later was followed by—
"Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Potterman?
How could it be?
