But at the thought of this, Bluepool grew vigilant and flashed ahead. He then turned around and scrutinized his kids.
Silver's countenance remained icy. With tens of two-striped and three-striped mermen behind him, he was locked in a stalemate with Bluepool.
Realization instantly dawned on Bluepool, and his expression darkened.
"We're not under attack, are we?" Bluepool said in an affirmative tone.
Silver shook his fishtail, and the mermen around him took the cue and instantly dispersed to surround Bluepool.
Just as I thought. With nary a change in countenance, Bluepool expanded his attention in all directions.
"I'd long seen this day coming. I just didn't expect you to use such a despicable trick to dupe me into coming out," said Bluepool.
The mature Silver basically bore no differences from Bluepool in terms of appearance. No one would be able to tell that they were father and son. In addition to that, he even exuded the innate aura of a ruler.
