So, you think calling her old lives up to your reputation as a Saint?
'You seem to be forgetting that I am only 14 in this body,' Michael shot back, continuing to smile at the woman before him, as well as the rest of the people gathered around the round table.
She was frozen in place; however, the aura she was giving off seemed oddly malicious, and all of it was directed toward him.
'It was that easy to get a reaction out of her? This might be easier than I thought.'
"Sorry we did not greet you earlier; we were having a little meeting, you see..." An old man stood up and apologized. He had a modest appearance, yet not such modest strength; he was stronger than Michael, at least mana core tier-wise. The old man's mana core progress was much higher than his.
But if it came down to a real battle, mana core progress would not matter, as Michael was simply too strong for his own tier.
