"Could it be you are a disciple of my senior brothers?" he asked with a bit surprised voice.
Nyssa's expression didn't change, but a faint flicker danced in her violet eyes—whether amusement or acknowledgement, it was hard to tell.
She gave a slight nod, her gaze unwavering. "I am a disciple of the fourth master, Dream Controller. Nice to meet you, Sixth Uncle Master."
Apollo blinked. "Dream Controller?" The name echoed in his mind like a half-forgotten myth.
As for what he knows, his five senior brothers are so mysterious that most people within the Sky Tower didn't even know they existed. If he didn't meet Fifth Brother, he would remain oblivious to it.
But their strength is definitely terrifying, as he can still remember the mysterious power of the fifth brother, which, even at his current strength, feels unfathomable.
And Nyssa…
She was the disciple of the fourth senior brother.
He looked at her again and felt indeed she wasn't simple.
