"It's nothing."
Seeing the worry in Noah's eyes, Casius was slightly taken aback. Following the Golden Dragon's gaze, he noticed a strand of white hair at his temple. With a light smile, his hand brushed over it, and as his blood essence surged, the white strand turned jet black.
This foster father returned to the image in Noah's memory, with blood energy surging and vitality brimming—a sense of invincibility that made him hard to find a rival.
"Uncle, how did you become like this?"
When Noah could no longer feel any fatigue from the man in front of him, only the turbulent blood energy and vibrant life could be sensed, he knew something was wrong with his perception.
Yet it wasn't necessarily his problem; mainly the power gap between them was too large, making it hard for him to see his foster father's true state.
"I fought with some very troublesome monsters, consumed quite a bit of energy, but it's no big deal. I fought with great satisfaction and killed them all."
