"You bech?" Crimson Raven pronounced the words just as he had heard from Elder Pigster.
For a moment, Crimson Raven couldn't help but space out of all his senses as his whole life flashed in his mind.
Ninety-Eight Years Ago.
Inside the Diamond Sector of the Treasure hall of the Ice Raven Sect, forty-three-year-old Crimson Raven was standing tall with his hand folded behind his back.
Except for him, no one was in the Diamond Sector hall.
If Iwan could see this Crimson Raven, he would have died of shock.
This forty-something-old Crimson Raven could be said to be at the bottom of masculinity.
A true beta male if one was interested in the Alpha-Beta bullshit.
That was what Crimson Raven looked like almost a hundred years ago.
Along with his stick-like body, and his sharp facial features that would even put the tree branches to shame.
