The voice suddenly chuckled.
"A thousand years, has it been? That's indeed a long time. But you seem to carry an aura I'm quite familiar with? Hmm? Are you... a descendant of the Jela Family?"
Caesar Wolf Emperor appeared confused for a moment, as if only then confirming Dean's identity.
"Yes, honorable sir, I am a descendant of the Jela Family," Dean replied, though not quite understanding the other's identity.
He could, however, feel the other's immense power.
Thus, he appeared very humble.
Yet, that voice didn't exhibit any fondness merely because he was a descendant of the Jela Family.
Instead, it became rather violent.
"All members of the Jela Family deserve to die! They must all die!"
An intangible resentment enveloped the Underground Palace.
Even the air itself seemed to distort.
"Descendants of the Jela Family, there are still descendants of the Jela Family? Hahaha, then I'll ensure there will be none left!"
