Evander waited in the private room.
With sleek white floor and glittering blue walls that sealed off any sound, the room was truly 'private'.
It was in the same tower, a few floors below the banquet hall.
And right now, Evander sat on a luxurious couch as he tapped his fingers.
Apparently, there were no training grounds here to withstand his peak level 9 powers.
So, Evander channelled that frustration elsewhere.
Hatred.
'Abyssals. Magic Beasts. I should kill at least a thousand to calm down. No. Thousand is too little. A coupled more.'
He decided to go on a killing spree after this meeting.
Or Varian's actions might drive him insane.
"But…" Evander paused and his lips lightly curled. "He won…against every genius. This boy is a gem. Hahahaha."
Despite all the troubles, Evander felt his chest swell with pride.
This pride…
"Sam, there's someone like you." He recalled his late son. "No…he's actually stronger than you at your age..."
Then where are they same?
