This short, white-haired man who looked older than a century didn't seem like someone who was on the same level as a Ninja Lord.
According to Emily, Theron Greenwood had been in Requiemous Temple for nearly half a century and never left. Thus, no one alive knew that there was a medium patriarch remaining, much less that Tyson had a grand medium backing him up.
Theron grinned as he approached them.
"With Rebirth Day looming, I didn't think you‘d be in the mood for jokes, Master Theron. Aren't you worried?" Emily asked frostily.
Theron shrugged. "It's not like I can fend them off. What else can I do other than be happy?"
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