Just then, Arvantos appeared too.
"Max, and all you young ones," Arvantos said, looking at Max and the other six geniuses before turning toward the bearded old man. "Let me introduce him to you. This is Sovereign Warlock. I believe you've all heard of him."
Sovereign Warlock. The moment that title reached their ears, the expressions of Max and the others changed.
The title of Sovereign wasn't something anyone could just claim. In the Divine Realm, only experts who'd reached the Divine God Realm were qualified to carry it. Those beings stood at a height most cultivators couldn't even imagine, and each one represented the absolute peak of a path.
Max was already connected to one such figure. Dragonheart, the sword in his possession, had come from the Sword Sovereign. And now another Sovereign stood right in front of him.
Sovereign Warlock looked at their reactions and laughed lightly. "Don't look so shocked, kids. I'm just an old man."
