After this, Leon then started to give presents that the royal family sent to him. He took it with a calm expression; although they were meaningless to him, he could just give them to his family, as who doesn't like free things?
They talked for quite some time, and he felt Leon's strength had reached the peak of the third rank, but as he didn't understand law, he couldn't break through to the fourth-rank grandmaster realm.
"Let me help you."
Leon blinked, confused. "Help me?"
Apollo didn't answer. He simply extended his hand, and the space around them seemed to still.
The gentle morning breeze froze. The chirping of birds dulled into silence. Even the tea steam rising from their cups seemed suspended in time.
Leon instinctively tensed—his prana surged, reacting like any seasoned warrior would when exposed to unknown power. But Apollo's aura wasn't threatening. It was… boundless. Like a vast cosmos opening overhead.
"Sit still," Apollo said softly.
