"Julian, you have returned..." A man with many wrinkles on his face, white hair, and quite thin stopped in front of the two newcomers.
He had his eyes closed and had a slight smile drawn on his face. His all-white clothes matched the clouds surrounding this temple, which was on a hill in the middle of the big city that Minos and Julian had been flying over a moment ago.
Minos looked at this man and felt the vastness of the soul power of this person, who was certainly over 25,000 years old.
He was at the absolute peak of level 99!
'Impressive. This person must be as strong as Vico and Maximillian!' Minos looked respectfully at that man, who he felt was closest to becoming a God among those he knew.
Minos couldn't tell who was stronger, this old man or Maximillian. But he was almost certain that this old man was one step above that 'living mummy' he had released into the Seraphim Ancient Sarcophagus.
