"Devon!"
After leaving the house, Devon didn't head back to the white auction, instead, he went towards one of the most talked-about places in the southern territory.
Standing on top of the red sword, Devon placed his hands behind his back. For some reason, there was a deep frown on his face as he stared at the huge stadium in front of him.
The normal Devon would have felt a bit of satisfaction having fulfilled the desire of two very lonely women, but Devon wasn't. There was something that was bothering him the whole time.
While he might have acted indifferent towards the saint experts who were at the door, the incident which took place really weighed on his mind.
"It's fine. I'm just very curious, I know I have become far stronger than I once was, but I still don't know to what extent my powers are." Devon exclaimed.
