"We meet again, lads." The Spirit Form of Lord Soron grinned at Igor and Kadi.
Igor abruptly stood. He stared at the shriveled old man in his Spirit Power State, memories of their past encounter flooding his mind.
"You stopped halfway through your story last time. What a killjoy." Igor immediately poured cold water on Lord Soron's remark.
"Heh heh heh…" Hearing this, the sparsely bearded, slightly hunched Lord Soron chuckled, not showing the same sullenness as before.
"Yeah, old man! You said someone would ask us those questions, but no one ever did," Kadi chimed in, also recognizing the somewhat familiar elder before him.
"Hm? No one asked? Aren't you surprised that these two lads deciphered your techniques?" Lord Soron turned to Guzan. Even in his Spirit Power State, an aura of authority still emanated from him.
