The ethereal form had only condensed the top of this old man's body when it stopped suddenly.
In front of Rio stood an ethereal form of an old man. With a long white beard and white clothes, white smoke covered his figure like clouds covering the sun. There was not a speck of dust or any impurity in that form, as if that man was the most pure person in this land.
Sunlight fell onto that unreal figure, giving a feeling like some fairy or a God had descended down to the mortal realm and the world was welcoming their arrival.
The old man was just standing there but an aura of presence fell over Rio's shoulder, forcing his eyes to be closed for a moment.
The old man slowly opened his eyes and his gaze landed on the white haired boy standing in front of him.
