"Who are you?"
Among the three.
An elder dressed in a white robe, holding a silver sword, looked at Demetrius Caldwell kneeling in front of him.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"
"Father, I am Demetrius Caldwell!"
Demetrius Caldwell tremblingly took out a portrait from his bosom, looking at the man in front of him who looked exactly like the one in the painting, choked with emotion, "Father, you're still alive..."
"Oh?"
The white-robed elder dully took the painting, momentarily lost in thought.
This painting.
It was like a mirror, reflecting his face.
Exactly the same.
"So, your name is Demetrius Caldwell." The elder handed back the painting, muttering to himself, "How old are you?"
"Three hundred and three years old!"
Kneeling on the ground, Demetrius Caldwell couldn't stop crying.
"Three hundred and three..." The elder muttered to himself, his murky eyes suddenly flashing with light!
"Three hundred and three!"
