"Whitening..." Hasya merely repeated the word. His eyes stared far away, then the corner of his lips lifted, forming a knowing smirk. "Ohh, this is quite... quite interesting..."
Hasya looked at Fyar, Rasie, Zaefal, Illya, and Cyhas in turn. His arms crossed over his chest, then he shrugged slowly. "I don't know much about that organization because it doesn't originate from my people, but..."
Hasya's eyes narrowed sharply. His playful expression vanished for a moment. "I once met the leader when I was adventuring with Fathir back in the day."
He met the leader of Whitening?! What is he like? How strong is he? Zaefal muttered in his heart. His heart beat faster due to the surging curiosity.
"What does he look like? Is he strong?" asked Zaefal impatiently.
"He is a normal young man... white hair, purple eyes... his name is Kilasafi," Hasya continued. He spread his hands as if describing a completely ordinary figure. "He is an assassin class."
