After bidding farewell to Elder Mustang and leaving the Hall of Affection, Aizen took a long, calming breath.
Today, he'd narrowly navigated a dangerous situation. Those in the position of steward elder for the Left Faction weren't the type to have reached such a rank by being soft-hearted.
Elder Mustang, whose hair had already turned white with age, was likely close to sixty years old.
Yet he'd not only survived but thrived within the ruthless environment of the Demon Clan. A person like him—calculating to the last strand of hair—wouldn't let anything slip by unnoticed.
Aizen understood that if he hadn't handed over the Absorption Technique today, Elder Mustang would have turned to force.
He would have had no hesitation in subduing Aizen, using every means to uncover the truth.
