The old man almost pouted as he watched Ozul struggle to stand up.
Taking advantage of the fact that the ancestor had been on edge because of the presence of a supposedly Rank-10 Mage, Ozul dealt his lethal attack.
"Phew~ That took me by surprise as well," the old man again commented.
Ozul gave him a side glance. He was sure that the old man had seen it coming from a mile ago, but he still let him proceed with it.
From his nature, the old man looked as if he just didn't want anyone to die from this conflict, but his previous words confirmed that he only protected him. For whatever reasons, he didn't know.
For now, the only thing inside his mind remained his severed arm in the glass box.
After decades of struggle, one of his arms was right in front of him!
With no one to stop him, he just had to go there and pick it up!
