Asher tore his gaze away, no longer bothering with the monk. Personally, Asher felt like taking a pen or paintbrush and drawing a blue arrow on the boy's forehead and scalp. Then he would be complete.
'A shame,' Asher mused to himself, a joke only he could understand in this world, sadly enough.
"I hope to see more geniuses," Asher murmured as he continued to drink. Kimberley had indeed shown him a few geniuses, but their presence didn't seem nearly as commanding as the other three.
As Asher and Kimberley continued walking around, Asher suddenly came to a halt as he sensed a familiar presence a kilometre away. He smiled to himself before continuing forward.
Before long, a cheerful, sweet, and childish voice entered his ears, "Brother Asher!!!"
Asher turned, and ahead of him, a small girl no older than ten years old could be seen running on her tiny feet while lifting her gown slightly so she wouldn't trip. She possessed blue hair and blue eyes.
