"That's right, it's me."
A ethereal yet loud, aged voice sounded out, and the robust old man who appeared suddenly nodded slightly and responded faintly.
Then, the robust old man closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment before finally casting his sharp gaze upon Mason Banks standing in front of him and said, "I see, so you're my descendant, right?"
"The distant grandson, Mason Banks-Forger, pays his respects to the ancestor!"
On the other side, after feeling the familiar energy wave emitted by the robust old man, which was almost identical to his own, Mason Banks knelt down and performed a salute to the old man under Leo Ray's nod of approval.
"Distant grandson? Alright, get up first."
Hearing Mason Banks' self-introduction separated by at least nine generations, the robust old man's expression turned to surprise.
