He had been forcibly yanked from the critical meditative state of condensing his shadow Primordial Power.
Beneath Saphis's tightly shut eyelids, his eyeballs spun violently. His sharp brows instantly furrowed into a knot of pure malevolence.
He utterly loathed being disturbed like this during his cultivation.
He forced down his anger and coldly opened his eyes.
His eyes were so deep they bordered on pure darkness.
Deep within his pupils, a dark vortex that seemed capable of devouring everything spun slowly.
The violent rage in his eyes subsided a fraction only when his icy gaze fell upon the caller's name—"Hodge."
But the impatience and annoyance remained clearly etched upon his pale features.
This "Hodge" was one of his many lackeys who was at least somewhat useful.
He was a low-level service personnel at a branch of the Source Net.
Saphis had assigned him the specific task of keeping an eye on Isabel's movements.
