The Referees Are All My People, What Do You Have To Fight With Me?_2

"Garen Aurelian."

The deep voice of the Lord of Flames rang in Garen's ears.

"Have we met before?”

"I feel a faint sense of familiarity from you.”

This sense of familiarity was very faint.

It was almost like an ordinary human passing by another ordinary person on a bustling street, and then meeting again by chance decades later, with an indifferent familiarity that he had almost no impression of.

However, for a god at the level of the Lord of Flames, no matter how faint the sense of familiarity was, he could not ignore it.

Gods would remember everything.

The familiarity that was beyond the control of the Lord of Flames confused him.

At this moment, the silver dragon's gaze turned solemn when it heard the Lord of Flames 'words. It recalled what the Ancient Death God had said about the inexplicable hostility it felt towards the Dragon Clan.

"An existence that is powerful enough can really sense what is happening in the other space and time.”