章節 517: The Importance of a Team

At the entrance of a mansion nestled behind fountains and sculptures, Maszewski turned to the spirit cultivator beside him.

"It felt amazing this time, House. I was approaching the world of pure spirit!" he exclaimed with excitement lingering on his face.

He was below the age of forty and had a lofty build. He was a good-looking man with a tall nose, soft contours, and lime-green eyes that sunk deeply into his face. He was born with a childlike demeanor that made it hard to see him for who he really was— a scum of the earth mafia boss who took lives, smuggled drugs, and forced innocent girls into prostitution.

The spirit cultivator was a 20 year old multicultural youth with hair dyed white. His light brown eyes were gloomy and melancholic. They seemed to connect to another strange and mysterious world. Though Maszewski was much older than him, he didn't seem callow standing next to him. Instead, it made him more enigmatic.