Alex stood still amidst the bustling blacksmith association, his mind still racing with questions and concerns. His heart pounded as he scanned the crowd with his eyes, hoping that he might catch a glimpse of the old man's figure. But there was nothing – no trace of him, like Alex had expected.
He was certain that what he had just experienced wasn't some sort of elaborate illusion either. It was definitely real.
'He faked the aura of an A tier.'
This Alex was sure of. There was no way that man was anywhere near Alex's level of strength, he had to be something far beyond. In fact, even more terrifying was the fact that he even had to be far beyond Bronte's strength. Brontes had been fooled too, after all.
He was going through just as much confusion and shock while in the taming space, wondering where all of those people had suddenly appeared from.
Strangely enough, when Alex consulted Brontes about the old man, only confusion was sent over through their connection.
