"..." Upon hearing the young voice, Sandro gingerly lifted his head, his gaze shifting upward towards the exaggeratedly large Giant Wolf; the sound had come from somewhere on its back.
Then, his eyes met a pair of lazy golden pupils. Naturally, the man exhibited an astonished expression because, amid the lush black fur, he saw a young boy draped in a robe.
This boy appeared very small, sitting there in his black robe, over half of him directly hidden within the Giant Wolf's fur. Moreover, he had kept his Qi exceptionally well concealed; even up until the moment the boy spoke, no one noticed there was a boy seated atop the Giant Wolf.
"So young!" was Sandro's first impression of Muria. The now-visible boy's face was so tender that it was hard to believe.
Then,
"My lord!" Overwhelmed with astonishment, Sandro quickly put away his Heavy Sword and bowed in respect to Muria. Anyone in their right mind would know that the boy before them was far from an ordinary human.