However, a hint of curiosity flickered through his mind. Lucian was almost at the last of the crowd; why would seeing another few faces matter to him? If he didn't like them either, he could simply go with the second-best present in this crowd.
Instinctively, as his gaze drifted up towards the man's face, Lucian's body froze and his eyes slightly widened. It wasn't the kind of shock one would experience while meeting someone they recognized, but the kind of shock that left an incomprehensible impression on one's mind.
The one standing before Lucian was an old man. An old man who looked eerily ordinary, yet in his eyes, stood out the most.
At a time like this where Lucian could see countless gazes filled with different kinds of emotions, all targeted towards him, the old man's eyes remained indifferent.
His bold and striking golden eyes looked down upon Lucian without any ulterior motive. Up until now, Lucian had seen many kinds of people waiting to be his master.
