Quintus suddenly directed his gaze at another elderly man with red hair and asked, “What’s your take, Quentyn?”

Twirling his beard, the red-haired elder known as Quentyn pondered for a while. Then, he asked, “Is the mortal’s Chosen One?”

Xanthakos hastily clasped Quentyn’s hand and exclaimed, Quentyn, your insight is remarkable, this…”

Quentyn abruptly interrupted, saying gravely, “Are you incapable of dealing with him? If so, then this young man treads a dangerous path between darkness and r