Paeia's cheeks twitched. His gloomy expression turned to anger.
"You can only say that to me after you become a Heaven Mage," Paeia snorted.
"..."
Lawrend didn't reply and flew farther ahead to the side of the old man.
The old man noticed him and rubbed his long red beard. He didn't say anything, and neither did Lawrend.
Soon, they were about to reach the lava lake in the distance.
"Third Ancestor?"
The old man turned his head to him swiftly. A look of shock on his face.
"I guessed right, huh."
Lawrend faintly smiled after seeing his reaction. He was just randomly guessing. He didn't expect the old man to react so strongly to it.
"*Cough* I knew it. You're quite good, huh? My decision wasn't wrong. Hahaha!" the old man, or rather, the Third Ancestor laughed.
"How do you hide your level?" Lawrend asked.
"Oh, you can actually tell?" the Third Ancestor asked in surprise and raised an eyebrow.
