Leaving Zithraide's antique shop, there was silence all the way to the exit.
Perhaps sensing something on Angel's mind, Sanders mused for a moment, "Zithraide harbors his own set of standards in his heart. He reveres balance, and while he takes, he also gives. This standard applies not only to his guests but also to those harmed by the transactions, treating them all equally."
Sanders paused, then suddenly smiled, "Speaking of which, when Zithraide first entered the Wizards' Realm, he was somewhat like you."
"However, you are stronger than he was. Even if you dislike something in your heart, you can still face it rationally and objectively. But Zithraide back then was incredibly passionate."
This was the first time Angel heard Sanders talk about his own past, and he couldn't help but be a bit curious, "What about afterwards?"
