On the side, Perthacus looked at Truett with tears streaming down his face. “Truett, you’re really not dead.”

“Mr. Wulte.” Truett pointed at Perthacus, then burst into laughter. “You old guy, I thought you didn’t fight me last time and got killed by Hetsema. I didn’t expect you’re still alive.”

With that, he rushed towards Perthacus and embraced him, the old and the young hugging as if they were long-lost friends after countless ages.

“It’s good that you’re alive,” Perthacus sniffed. “Darn it