Chapter 1172
While Han Dong lingered for a long time in the front courtyard of the Gorlin Hotel,
an old man with Black Candles perched on both shoulders, his hunched body wrapped in a cloak, approached by floating over.
Drip, drip—black tar continuously dripped from his body.
"I have long heard of the Black Moon Bishop's great name. This is my first time meeting you... I never expected you to be so 'young.'
I am Philson Gorlin, the current director of the Gorlin Hotel."
As he spoke, a tar-covered palm extended from his sleeve.
Han Dong did not hesitate either and decisively shook his hand.
Through this contact, he assessed Philson's level.
There were varying degrees to Ancestral Bodies.
Someone like the Earl was at a relatively shallow level, while Maritis, who had long since reached the Ancestral Body stage, had reached a moderately deep level after completing a Destiny Event with Han Dong and studying the walls inside the stone temple.
The hotel director before him—Philson Gorlin—had reached a deep level. One step further, and he would Construct Myth.
However, he was also extremely old, at least several hundred years old.
Philson had long passed the best opportunity to Construct Myth. In his advanced age, he could no longer achieve a Mythical Body through personal breakthroughs.
"No wonder he abandoned his entire hotel business and placed all his bets on Pop..."
Han Dong could roughly understand his mindset.
It was similar to some elderly professors at school. Their academic fields had reached a massive bottleneck, one they could never overcome in their lifetimes... When an opportunity arose, they would seize it even at the cost of death.
Philson asked rather amicably, "Does Your Excellency the Bishop wish to get involved as well?"
Han Dong hurriedly waved his hands. "No,