Chapter 114: Two Things
The badge of a white gold moon hung from the newcomer’s lapel. There was a heaviness to his aura that the old man didn’t have, not because the old man was weaker… but maybe because this newcomer—the Patriarch of the Luminescent Moon Sect—wasn’t an assassin.
The difference between facing a powerhouse that had spent a lifetime learning to mask their aura, and one that was used to flexing it to establish prestige, was akin to night and day.
And yet, this man still made Theron feel far warmer than the old man ever could have.
This feeling, though, only lasted for a brief instant before Theron shrugged it off, frowning inwardly.
He didn’t like that feeling just now, the feeling of reverence. It was like he almost naturally gave way for the man.
Of course, Theron wouldn’t mind even bowing right now if that was what he had to do. But there was a difference between doing something to get by and because he felt it was the smart thing to do, and doing something because he wanted to from the depths of his soul.
The latter was the far scarier prospect, because that would mean he would have lost what edge there remained to him.
"Ah, so you are the River I have heard so much about. Thank you, thank you. You’ve helped us deal with quite the scourge of our Sect."
Theron curiously observed this man for a while, trying to understand something.