With Kallen's current soul strength, he could cover most of Rojia City with his perception even while napping in a reclining chair.
So the moment Uncle Mason came out of the Retirement Home with a client, Kallen had locked onto him.
Kallen had deliberately taken this road because he knew Uncle Mason would pass this way on the drive back to Mink Street.
Yet despite having tracked his movements all along, the impact of seeing the family hearse drive past still left Kallen a little stunned and flustered.
They had bought this Nut Shell brand hearse before Kallen left home. Several years had passed, but it still looked new. Even the protective plastic film covering the body had not been peeled off, its labels still pressed against the vehicle.
Kallen could have waved or called out. If he wanted, he could even have been sitting inside the hearse the very next instant.
But though he raised his hand and opened his mouth, he neither waved nor made a sound.
A feeling of apprehension welled up within him.
He was afraid that once he took the initiative to greet them, the hearse would dissolve, and he would discover that this was a dream, an illusion, a trial.
He had experienced similar scenes far, far too many times before, and he had grown used to cutting off these temptations that could draw him into surrender.
Precisely because he longed for it so much, having it within reach felt unreal, filling him with an intense fear of gaining and losing it.
"Screech..."
Ahead, the vehicle that had just passed suddenly braked hard and performed a Hearse Drift.
Kallen smiled. It seemed his uncle had spotted him.
"Kangna, remember to call him Uncle in a moment. He's a very good elder."
"Okay." Little Kangna