I trembled as I looked at the elderly giant.
Dressed in a dull-colored robe, his black hair was far too dark for his age.
He had a languid expression with a long scar running across his cheek.
His body was swollen with muscles, as though it could burst at any moment.
In comparison, his physique was by no means inferior to that of Tang Deok or Elder Il.
No, it might actually be even larger.
‘But that old man is Paejon?’
