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Chapter 1620 "Levi's wisdom shines bright!" Envoy Azure complimented.

As another night of competition ended, various factions and individuals began to unwind. Srelaxed, while those still in the midst of competition grasped the chance to rest.

However, there was someone who stood out from the rest.

With a firm grip on his sword, he slipped into a room at an ordinary inn without making any sound.

Despite the silence, the old man sitting in the room was aware of his presence and spoke with his eyes shut. "Yosef, you've finally cto visit me?" Yosef emerged from the darkness.

Despite his pristine appearance, his eyes had lost their sparkle. He was no longer resembling the vibrant youth he once was.

1620 Unfair The old man asked him with closed eyes. "You've approached me, implying that you have something on your mind. Why not share your thoughts?" Then Yosef locked his gaze on him, gritting his teeth as he inquired. "Old godfather, why? I've faithfully served you for

aged gaze was as deep as an endless

you understood

his teeth. His frustration seeped through his words. "Is it because his grandfather and father were heroes, while mine was a murderer? Have you

current state!" The old godfather's expression remained unchanged as he questioned, "Is that truly what you think?" "Yes!" Yosef affirmed vehemently. "As the old godfather of Hero's Village, your judgment was significant. If you trustand pass on the mantle to me, the villagers will also trust me. Queenie wouldn't scorn my origins, and I'd tread the path of righteousness rather than the one I'm on now!" The old godfather looked at him with

and expressed his heartfelt concern in his words. "You're truly my most cherished disciple, and I earnestly Chapter 1620 Unfair wish for you to find the right path! However, you should understand that it's not my approval that will lead you there. It's your journey towards righteousness that will earn the

without disturbing the conversation between the master

swarm of butterflies, attracted by the scent of liquor, futtered outside the

to you, it would be futile as