"Who... who are you?"
Upon hearing the words of the gaunt old man, Jovie Lee stared at him, momentarily forgetting Yearly Hanson's presence.
"Little beauty, don't bother struggling... If there was someone behind me, do you think I wouldn't notice?"
Yearly Hanson chuckled, drawing closer to Jovie Lee, his eyes showing undisguised lechery.
"You, at merely Entering the Saint Realm, think you can detect me?"
At this moment, an abrupt, hoarse voice sounded, making Yearly Hanson's face change dramatically, realizing that Jovie Lee was not bluffing and there was indeed someone behind him.
In an instant, before he could turn around, a figure inexplicably appeared before his eyes.
It was an old man, shrouded entirely in a gray robe, holding a cane made from unknown material, standing behind Jovie Lee's cradle, his gaze falling upon the baby inside.
The baby's face was chubby and very cute.
