Kulan looked at the young man seated steadily on the Silver War Steed with a somewhat complex expression. He had entered the Golden Domain thirty years ago and had only stabilized at the Middle Stage a few years back, but this young man seemed to be Heaven's favored one—no, even the Apocalypse could not reach the Gold Middle Stage at such a young age unless he was the Chosen One born of Destiny.
However, every Chosen One was bound by the shackles of destiny, inherently lacking a part of their body, like the blind Yura. So the Old Swordsman didn't even consider that possibility when he saw Brand. He paused for a moment and then anxiously asked:
"Young man, which Soul Seal do you have?"
"What?" Brand was stunned.
"Don't play dumb with me. I'm asking you which Soul Seal you have, you understand!" The old man suddenly jumped in anger, shouting, "This is important, quickly tell me—"
"What are you talking about, what am I supposed to understand?"
