Hearing the question, the old man showed a confused expression.
"What do you mean I did something without your knowledge? Why do you think that?" he asked.
Tarius did not answer immediately. His gaze remained locked on the old man's eyes as if he wanted to see whether his reaction was genuine.
After a few seconds of silence, Tarius finally spoke.
"Well, it's nothing. The recent mess in the First Heaven made me think, and after I thought it through, I couldn't help but feel that there was something strange in the First Heaven. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I wanted to make sure."
The old man raised his eyebrows.
"What kind of strangeness? And why am I being suspected by you?"
Tarius did not answer the question and instead asked,
"Where is your apostle?"
"My apostle? He's in the Eighth Heaven, of course. He's still doing his job spreading my influence," the old man replied without hesitation.
Tarius kept looking at the old man.
"Is that so?"
