With the arrival of the giant white wolf, the princes and princesses paused for a moment.
Their eyebrows rose slightly as a thought flashed across their mind.
'Charles Xander!'
What followed after the thought was either a torrent of envy or fear.
When envy crossed limits, it turned into hatred.
When fear crossed limits, it turned into submission and admiration.
Charles got a mix of these looks.
'He is twenty? Or twenty-one?'
'The rumors are really real! He's a level 7!'
'Wasn't he a level 6 during the solar banquet?'
They went back to their battles, but their minds were still trying to comprehend the absurdity of a twenty-year-old level 7.
Even though they were all busy trying to gain as many treasures before entering this valley and then busy clearing the valley, they still heard the rumors.
Rumors about a man who broke the definition of the word 'genius'.