Returning once again to the treasure vault's entrance, the young man stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, his face aloof and proud.
"Chaos, you're back? It's been a while, you've improved quite a bit!" The young man was somewhat surprised. Chaos's efficiency was high; the memory-lost Chaos shouldn't be very mindful. Could it be the current host didn't guard against the Artifact Spirit?
"It shouldn't be, as long as they acknowledge the master, they would know about this situation!"
"Saint? Compassion?"
With a cold laugh in his heart, the young man shook his head secretly. Compassion and softness were things that shouldn't exist on the path of cultivation.
"What do you need this for?" Chaos extended his palm, where lay an inconspicuous strand of hair.
"That's it, give it to me, Chaos." The demeanor of the worldly sage that the young man had portrayed immediately fell apart.
