But right at that moment, a radiant light suddenly erupted from within Duane's body, the Saint pressure Alex had released was instantly wiped clean.
Everyone present was shocked.
That radiant light detached from Duane and soared into the sky, and a flowing water screen poured outward, and from within it, a middle-aged man stepped forth.
He wore a pale blue robe, his face was handsome, sharp as if carved by a blade, and his eyes were cold, utterly devoid of emotion.
When his gaze swept across the entire Hale family, every single person felt a deep terror grip their hearts, as though they had been marked by something catastrophic.
Finally, the middle-aged man's gaze settled on Alex.
"You are also a Half-Saint, then that matter can be waived." He spoke casually, as if he had just dismissed some monumental event with a single sentence.
Alex looked at the figure, his eyes narrowing slightly. "May I hear what that matter was?"
