In a dimly lit chamber, two figures could be seen.
One of them was an elderly woman with a withered appearance and a wrinkled face. She sat silently on the floor, facing the young man standing before her.
Though young in age, the man's eyes contained a maturity far beyond his peers. The same was true for his aura.
Although he only looked about twenty years old, his aura had reached the apex of Rank 6.
Given the right opportunity, he would be able to advance to Rank 7, becoming one of the youngest World Lords in Blood Forest Realm's history.
However, Aaron was not as happy as one would have expected.
As he stared at the woman before him, who looked as though she could perish at any moment, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
Guilt washed over him.
Despite noticing this, the Elder didn't say anything.
She merely motioned him to get closer with a faint smile.
When he stopped in front of her, the Elder stretched out her hand and placed it on his shoulder.
