Chapter 1850

The visitor was a level nine royal saint. He was a gray-haired old man clad in green, and his arms were reminiscent of withered tree branches. As soon as he showed up above the Chorteaus' estate, he skipped any formal introduction and called out to Severin by name. "Where is Severin? Tell him to come out here right this instant!" The contempt and arrogance in the man's expression led Severin to feel a sense of disgust. It was clear that the person was either from the Gahrrs or the Lischalts. He arrived hot on the heels of Kiyu's departure, and it was quite obvious that he came with ill intentions. Severin sneered as an illusory sun appeared in his eyes. The strange light emanating from his pupils seemed to be laden with a terrifying power. His spiritual energy began to surge as he rose from the ground and advanced swiftly toward the gray-haired old man. Severin sneered. "Who are you?" The gray-haired old man might be a level nine royal saint, but a strong feeling of intimidation an