Chapter 77
The elder finally spoke in a serene tone.
"You are really ruthless, even to your own blood."
It was not an insult, nor was it a compliment.
It was just a statement to Oliver's ears. He was unable to discern the elder's intentions from his tone or words.
"So what?" Oliver muttered. His tone was neither rude nor provocative; he directly asked the elder what he wanted to say.
For a moment, the forest was silent, the only sound was the faint rustling of leaves. Oliver felt the weight of the elder's gaze, as if he was being seen for the first time.
The elder looked at the young face and those eyes…
Those eyes… He felt something mysterious and deep within them but could not exactly tell what. This surprised him. It was the first time he couldn't comprehend something.
He said, "Nothing. How do you feel?"
Oliver frowned, feeling that the elder was being weird. If he wanted to say something, he should just spit it out. What was the point of moving around in circles?
