After Daniel left, Atez took quite a long time to come to his senses. He looked at Daniel's retreating figure, a trace of melancholy flashing across his eyes.
"My father… am I really this weak?"
"If I want to reach the strength you had back then, what should I do?"
As for catching up to Daniel's pace, Atez had completely given up on the idea in his mind. Daniel's power was in an entirely different league. He could feel it—if Daniel wanted, he could easily kill him with just a raised finger.
At that moment, something suddenly came to Atez's mind. He reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of paper.
This paper emitted strong elemental fluctuations. Had Daniel still been present, he would have immediately recognized the unique aura that belonged to Faer.
"My child, please don't lose heart. I know you are no match for Crossbridge Sovereign."
"To be honest, even with the strength I had back then, I still wouldn't have been his opponent."
