Chapter 364: Big Brother (2/2)

It only took a moment for Leonel to understand that if this lamppost was lit, the house had been claimed. If it hadn't been, then the lamppost wouldn't be.

Judging by the current situation, there were much more homes lit than Leonel thought there would be. Were there really this many Emperors?

Syl hesitated for a moment. Though she knew her brother would be here, she wasn't exactly sure where he would be.

”You don't want to choose a house?” Jerach suddenly asked, glancing toward Leonel.

”Not yet.” Leonel shook his head.

Jerach laughed. ”If I was as weak as you, I'd be hesitant too.”

Leonel chuckled in response, not minding. ”How'd it feel to lose to someone so weak?”

”…”

Syl giggled, forgetting about her task to find her brother for a moment.

Just as the group was about to continue through to see if they could find any clues, Leonel frowned. He turned back to find a young man strolling through the stone paved roads.

He wore white robes that shifted slightly with his every step. His long, black hair was neatly tied, making it almost impossible to make out individual strands. Everything about him exuded an air of refinement and cleanliness, almost like a diligently polished blade ready to be unsheathed.

Syl noticed Leonel's odd reaction and turned back. Her eyes lit up in pleasant surprise.

”Big Brother!”

Leonel's gaze narrowed. He hadn't expected to run into this man so easily. And, most importantly, he hadn't expected that even after overestimating his potential abilities in his mind, that Leonel would still be so surprised by the pressure he felt from this young man.

As Leonel was looking toward the Keafir family Heir, he too was looking toward Leonel.

The Young Heir had never met Leonel before, he didn't know who he was either, but he still felt his eyes gravitate toward him. And, when he noticed the Emperor mark that barely shrouded the black brand between his brows, he felt inwardly surprised.

For a moment, he forgot to respond to his sister. A sword that hung to his back vibrated slightly, making it seem as though the blade might unsheathe at any moment.

This was the first time Leonel noticed the sword. His vision had been so focused on the young man before him.

However, after a moment, he realized why he hadn't…

The sword wasn't attached to anything. It floated in the air, following the young man around as though it couldn't bear to part with him… Leonel couldn't imagine the level of skill that was needed to reach such a state.