"I'm sorry for my mistake, as well. Earlier while I was outside the gates of the city, I noticed a villain from the Fang Clan entering the gates prior to your granddaughter entering, so I took it upon myself as a superhero of the city to monitor her, in order to make sure she was safe and sound.
An hour after she entered the city, I noticed her presence vanish through a teleportation, so I decided to investigate her whereabouts. I truly thought she might've been kidnapped." Ignoring his growing desire to grab a fruit from the table to eat, Mon Dupa replied, with a slight feeling of anxiety welling up in his mind, again. He didn't want the two old men thinking that he tried to do anything untrustworthy to the little girl.
While the trio continued their conversation, back at the stone house where Lain, Hui Shi and Annette were currently situated, Mon Dupa, who had just finished talking to them, trying to explain why he had arrived inside the stone house, came to an abrupt halt. The flaming hair on his head and face started to grow longer, every second, until the flaming hair on his head grew all the way down to the floor, and his beard grew to just below his waist. His previously young and handsome face grew old within seconds, before stopping when he started to look over a hundred years old. Withered, and emaciated.
Looking at the aged appearance of Mon Dupa, Lain, Hui Shi, and Annette were shocked. Annette then quickly exclaimed, "What's going on! Are you alright?" due to fear that the Mon Dupa in front of them was dying before her very eyes.
Hui Shi, seeing the aged Mon Dupa, became very concerned as well. He then quickly walked over to him and reached towards him with a glowing right hand, while saying. "Praise my lord, Ensieth!"
Watching Hui Shi's approaching hand that spewed out a relaxing golden light, Mon Dupa acquiesced and bent his head forward, in order to allow Hui Shi's hand to reach his head that was filled with long blue flames that reached all the way to the ground.
After touching Mon Dupa's head with this hand, Mon Dupa's body started to glow in a bright golden color. Countless butterflies of many colors started to appear all over the room. Some were green, and appeared majestically as they flew gracefully in the air like young green leaves in early spring, some were red and appeared capricious in nature, as they dance slightly haphazardly in the air, like old leaves dancing gracefully in the autumn air. While some were white as snow, and danced gently like beautiful snow flakes in winter. Some were even yellow, and danced like young and happy birds in the early summer mornings. Every butterfly had its own graceful way of flying, and each was etherically beautiful to watch.