The man looked young and aloof, yet the aura he exuded was a powerful one. Despite his efforts in suppressing his strength, his domineering air was undeniable to those around him.
“Pablo Quimar?”
Dalton furrowed his brows at the sight of the newcomer.
Rosetta and Igor were equally shocked.
“It’s been a long while, Dalton. I’m surprised that you can still recognize me,” Pablo said with a nonchalant smile.
“Of course I can. I’ll never forget that face of yours.”
Dalton’s eyes burned with rage as he stared at Pablo:
“You know, I’m actually disappointed that you’re not entering the Celestial Battlefield this time. I would still like to learn from you if there’s a chance.”
The moment Pablo finished speaking, he turned and left. Dimas flashed a smirk at Dalton before going off with him.
“Who’s that, Dalton? He seems mysterious but powerful,” Jared asked.
“He’s a wandering cultivator from Demonia Mountain who’s not attached to any sects, and neither do the sects want to accept him,” Dalton replied.
“A wandering cultivator?” Jared was stunned, “I’m surprised a wandering cultivator can achieve such a cultivation level. Do both of you share some unpleasant history?”
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