At this moment, Leon had no mind to listen to the murmurs of the third-generation old man.
Feeling the aura emitted by Emma, that deathly and cold, yet inexplicably familiar aura, Leon was stunned.
And upon noticing her own changes, Emma's expression also showed a hint of confusion. She then subconsciously raised her head and cast a slightly helpless glance at Leon.
"What is this...?"
"This is a good thing! A very good thing!"
Before Leon could answer, the third-generation old man spoke first, giving a thumbs-up and marveling:
"Although your choice in men is a bit poor, your talent in death powers is truly high, and your understanding of death is clearly different from ordinary people! Hmm... let me see."
Reaching into his bosom, he rummaged a couple of times and took out a dirty pair of reading glasses. After putting them on, the third-generation director scratched the back of his slightly balding head and said without surprise:
