Theron walked at a normal speed, but with every step he took, he would disappear for a quick moment and re-emerge dozens of meters ahead of where he initially was.
It took him less than a hundred steps to arrive at the entrance of Paladin Resort.
“Greetings, Master Theron!”
Disregarding his injuries, Svend, along with the rest of the Zuckerberg family, hastily dropped to their knees and welcomed the old man.
Members of the other three Reclusive Families also got down on one knee, not daring to show a single ounce of disrespect. “Greetings, Master Theron.”
Nathan frowned slightly as he gazed at the profound-looking man known as Theron the Devotee.
On the other hand, Colin and Cheryl were instantly fear-stricken as soon as they heard Theron's voice, and now that the latter had appeared, they knew just how formidable he was.
In their eyes, this man was so powerful that he could be seen as a monster.
Theron ignored Svend and the rest of his family members. He couldn't be bothered with the other three Reclusive Families either.
He didn't even spare Nathan a glance and walked straight into the large hall, his gaze falling on the shelf containing rows of memorial plaques.
These plaques were meant to commemorate the ancestors of the five Reclusive Families.
Back when war was rampant, the five Reclusive Families had descended the mountains to save the country, resulting in many lives being sacrificed.
Those who had lost their lives were regarded as paladins and had their memorial plaques positioned here, hence the resort’s name—Paladin Resort.
Being a hundred and fifty years old, many of the plaques here belonged to his comrades while a smaller number were those of his elders.
The man walked toward the shelf and stood before it solemnly.
A while later, he slowly turned around to glare at Svend and the others, who were still kneeling on the ground.
“You've spent your days idling, and now, you're an absolute disgrace to your ancestors.”
The people in question kept their heads low, not daring to look up or even utter a word of response.
Then, Theron turned to Nathan. “You're Nathan Cross?” he asked with narrowed eyes.
“I am,” the latter replied nonchalantly.
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