Kapitel 1797: Inheriting the Legacy

This was undoubtedly a fool's dream.

"Elder!" Garvie Nantz approached Braydon Neal and bowed respectfully. "The descendant of the human race, Garvie Nantz, greets the ancestor!"

Back then, when Braydon rebuked Luther Carden, no one dared to intervene. 

That alone proved his terrifying origins. 

Therefore, it wasn't an exaggeration for Garvie to call him an ancestor.

"What?" Braydon looked at him in surprise. "You're not even twenty years old?"

"I'm seventeen this year!" Garvie scratched his head. 

Indeed, he was only seventeen.

In those seventeen years, he had cultivated to the ninth realm of the spirit body—an impressive talent!

"Time has passed, and most people can't compare to you," Braydon said softly.

"I only hope that one day, I can become a figure like the five lords, ruling over all races and drawing his blade towards the heavens!" 

Despite his youth, Garvie had his own idols—the five lords of the past!