"Indeed, I am Zlatan Family's Ancestor..."
Davis looked at the remnant soul speak. He was a tall older man in a golden robe, but his back was hunched, and his body appeared shriveled. Davis narrowed his eyes before he asked.
"Where are those two remaining Grand Elders? If I recall correctly, their names were Ragnar Zlatan and Miron Zlatan?"
"Sigh, don't even mention their names to me."
The shriveled face of the old man couldn't help but turn even more ugly, "They are too cowardly to be my sons."
"So they escaped..."
Davis nodded as he looked away. With his soul force scrying the entire Zlatan Family's Golden City after its formations had been destroyed by Isabella and him, he did not see nor sense the two of them, making him believe that they had truly escaped.
However, he wasn't surprised.
How could they stay and depend on the formations when it was said that he could strike from anywhere and make them die a mysterious death?
