Two steps behind, Chuck Taylor's gaze once again fell on the man who strode ahead.
Standing upright with perfect military posture.
Which contradicted starkly with his face.
If not for that demeanor.
He would look like a real live villain.
With every step he took, there was a sense of cutting wind clinging to him, beneath him seemed to be something elusive, as though he was immersed in a mystic snow fog.
A complex aura surrounded him completely.
Making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking.
Remembering the scene from that night, Chuck Taylor was no longer dismissive of this youngster.
The man before him was far more formidable than this old fellow.
Chuck Taylor retracted his gaze, inviting him into the Medicine Hall.
While he stood outside, waiting.
*
In the Medicine Hall.
With his hands clasped behind him, Evan Taylor stood before the main hall and looked at a complicated human-shaped diagram.
Upon hearing footsteps, he turned to look.