Azazeal stepped out of thin air and landed on the rooftop of the house where Kyle and Hazel were. He calmly placed his thumb on his fingers, his expression devoid of emotion.
However, his purple eyes gave away a hint of disappointment as he moved his thumb over his fingers, as if he was calculating something really important.
Despite his extraordinary senses that could rival the Celestials outside this universe, he had failed to find the most important thing he had come to find on this land.
"It's rare for me to find them through the visions of the future... but I'm sure I saw it clearly, one of the remaining eight guardian celestial spirits is here on this land."
He looked down, and his purple eyes reflected the silver-haired human engaged in conversation with the old woman inside the house.
"Do I really need to follow you to find it?"