"I was titled the 'old demon' at a young age. From then till now, I have remained one of the strongest in the martial society, with the same strength that had been stagnant for many years." The old demon told Iwan.
"If only I had your answer then. I would have become a different animal." The old demon felt a tinge of sadness for himself. At the same time, he was satisfied with Iwan.
'He has already improved.' Thinking back to yesterday's Iwan, the old demon visibly trembled at the current Iwan. Half of the answer was simply what everyone wished for, but the other half completed what Iwan was chasing after. That is what made him different.
"Wipe your face with this." The old demon threw a piece of wet cloth toward Iwan. He had waited till now to do that, which showed that he was content with the change in Iwan.
"So, a different animal and the same beast." The old demon mumbled and looked at Iwan with a smile.
