Azazel
Cale did not bother to correct the old man's words and just smiled in response to the crowd's inquiries.
For one, it might ruin the guild leader's reputation for failing to gauge his strength correctly. And secondly, he was confident that he can compete with someone who was at the peak stage of the Immortal-Class level. And if he uses all his trump cards, he can even defeat them with a bit of effort.
Seeing Cale's silent agreement, the old man was still a bit surprised. Cale looked very young but his strength was already on par with him. He sighed and shook his head while looking at Cale in admiration. "The young ones have surpassed us, the old generation. Considering your talent, you have the chance to shatter the void and ascend to the Divine Realm." When the old man said the words 'Divine Realm', there was a look of longing on his aged face. But it was then replaced by a regretful sigh.