Xia Lian fell silent and slowly lowered the Cross she had raised as a threat, staring blankly at the white-bearded old man cursing and jumping in front of her.
Meanwhile, Tifero unconsciously revealed his true form, retreating a few steps, with a twitching smile, he said, "W-what... but you were the one who told me to speak this way, right? I'm telling you... don't come near me! Don't forget I'm no longer the kid who used to be beaten up by you and lost all my teeth! I... I'm really sorry, okay?!"
As he said the last sentence, the old man who had already stepped into the half-step Myth domain was nearly in tears.
Indeed, he now possesses much greater strength than Xia Lian. However, whenever he recalls his cherished moments, they are mostly filled with 'scolding', 'beatings', 'scolding', 'beatings', and more 'beatings'. Even this formidable former Pope, whose mind is as strong as steel, can't help but flinch when he sees a certain person.
