"Me? To replace that Golden Monarch?"
After hearing Noah's words, Sorlon was completely stunned. If it were just a moment ago, he would have certainly thought that this old man he had found was insane and out of his mind, and he would be considering how to settle him properly now.
But now, looking at the old man whose presence was becoming more and more magnificent, as if a divine being had descended, an extremely complex emotion began to grow and explode in his heart, causing his heart and mind to waver.
Fear, panic, trembling, ecstasy, disbelief; pushed by all these indefinable complex emotions, Sorlon's body started to shake.
He slowly retreated a few steps and sat down on the ground, because that aura had already borne down on him as if tangible, making him uncontrollably give rise to a desire to respect and worship, and then Sorlon couldn't help but ask,
"Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?"
