The black-haired old man's words made Braydon Neal's pupils shrink.
"It's indeed you."
He observed Braydon's expression as though he had anticipated this reaction.
The mysterious old man was momentarily stunned.
When he saw Braydon's pupils shrink, he assumed she would be shocked.
But her reaction was unexpectedly calm.
"Brat, your expression isn't right!"
The black-haired old man looked at Braydon with a puzzled expression and began to complain.
"You look so righteous, kid. One glance, and anyone can tell you're a good person.
"I already told you I killed everyone. Aren't you angry?"
Braydon was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.
"What if I told you I destroyed a world with hundreds of thousands of people in it?"
Her words silenced the black-haired old man.
"Brat, you must be joking... right?"
Seeing his puzzled expression, Braydon smiled.
