It was morning, the sun was quickly brightening, and the trees around had thrown shades in the opposite direction of the sunshine.

Under one of the trees' shades sat an aged man with a gloomy expression on his face. That man was Duutloug.

He had sent for his brother, Yompa, and was under the shade waiting for him to come.

After his encounter with Joabe the previous day, he had exhausted all means to figure out the true identity of Joabe but had no leading clue to it. He wanted to know which of his enemies had reincarnated because Joabe had told him they had been rivals since they were teenagers.

Duutloug, due to the series of atrocities he had committed in the past: made it difficult for him to figure out directly who Joabe was.

If Joabe were to be an ordinary person or person with a few abilities and light-shielding on his identity, Duutloug could have found out his make.

As Duutloug sat and contemplated about Joabe's identity while shaking his legs,