The Ancient One's Words, Reciprocity

"Ancient One?" Dilos's voice emerged from his soul body. Having achieved a soul, he could now use the soul itself to directly produce sound.

He could not help but examine her. She had the exact same bald head as the Ancient One from the movies of his previous life, and she was also a white woman. She wore clothing resembling the ancient martial arts attire of China, with an earthy yellow outer robe that looked somewhat like Jedi attire while incorporating Chinese elements.

Could she really be the Ancient One? Even this outfit is similar to the Ancient One from the movies in my previous life—even her gender is the same.

Dilos could not help but think this to himself. Charles had never told him whether the Ancient One was male or female, so he had assumed she was a dry, old man like the Ancient One from the comics in his previous life. Who would have thought she would be a woman like in the live-action movies from his previous life—and bald, at that.

After achieving a soul, his perception, computational ability, and analytical skills had all become vastly stronger than before. That was evident from how, when his soul power had erupted earlier, he had instantly distinguished every person and object within the range covered by his soul.

Based on her tone, microexpressions, and the fluctuations radiating from her body, he had basically accepted her identity. However, he had not lowered his guard.

Ancient One's sudden arrival made Dilos uneasy. After all, who would sneak into a place someone had secretly established just to spy on them for no reason?

"Yes."

The bald woman—or rather, Ancient One—nodded and smiled. "The commotion you caused while achieving a soul was too great. I sensed it even from the other side