"Do you find me a bit different from what you imagined? As an old monster who keeps secrets, I should have a constipated face, speaking inscrutable strange words, steady and cautious?"
The faintly glowing electronic eye rested in front of Lorenzo, staring at the dim blue light, and Lorenzo nodded.
"That won't do, you know, living so long, psychological problems are inevitable. One must be optimistic."
The old man laughed even louder, retreating back to lean against the side of the cultivation chamber.
"But I do kind of miss it, I can't remember what constipation feels like."
This is way too optimistic.
Lorenzo had imagined the Secret Keeper with a face full of unwillingness and resentment, sharing past grudges and hopes with him, but this guy didn't have the slightest mysterious air. Judging by the eager look on his face, if he hadn't been dismantled, he would definitely have shown Lorenzo what a Water Blade really was.
