Chapter 1210

"Friends, huh?" Perseus asked as he led Azrael and Fred into the room, his demeanor softening dramatically. It was a far cry from the cold hostility he had shown Preston earlier. "Is this how you treat your friends? By taking over the cultivation room and beating them up?" Perseus asked with a smile, lighting a cigarette as he glanced at Azrael. Although he was the one who caused this near-fatal injury, Perseus harbored no resentment toward Azrael. It was Ted, that despicable old fart, who had truly earned his wrath. It was clear back then that Ted had intended to kill him with his attacks. "I'm so sorry, Perseus. I've realized now that I've acted a bit recklessly before. I'm really sorry!" Azrael said with an awkward grin as he stood up and bowed deeply toward Perseus. "It's fine, so let's not dwell on the past. I suppose all that fighting has brought us closer together now," Perseus said, stopping Azrael from his constant bowing. He then glanced at Fred and Azrael, feeling a cer