Although the "memory" had yet to continue and the two sides had not started fighting, Kallen already knew the outcome in advance, with absolute certainty.
His current "self," the owner in the Silver Mask's memory, must have lost.
Because later, when Dis was older, he had returned to 13 Mingke Street, where he served as a priest, ran a funeral society, and raised his grandchildren.
So Dis must have won this confrontation.
However, knowing the answer in advance did nothing to affect his mood as a "spectator," because when it came to Dis, in the vast majority of cases, there was only ever one outcome.
Even in the end, when three Temple Elders and a host of High Clerics surrounded him, Dis had faced them alone. Although he had made certain compromises for his family and himself, he still had not lost.
He lay there, fast asleep, yet still made the "Great Beings" in the Order Temple deeply uncomfortable.
Kallen recalled that Mr. Dalis had said his great-great-grandfather had once had a friendship with a Temple Elder. That Temple Elder was called "Rohan," wasn't he?
Judging by their ages, their lives did not seem likely to have overlapped. But if this ancestor of the Nadun Family had used every possible means to prolong his life in order to condense a Godhead Fragment, then a "meeting" between him and Dis became possible.
Dis began walking toward "him."
"Who exactly are you?"
"I told you, I have no wish to introduce myself to you."
Sometimes, feelings could not lie.
Kallen could clearly sense the fear his "self" felt at that moment.
This ancestor of the Nadun Family sensed an oppressive aura coming from the man before him, who was absurdly young compared to him.
Successfully condensing a Godhead Fragment represented a comprehensive