"How's the result?" Jacob asked again.
"Very good." Zackmen smiled. "A worry-free life."
"Don't tell me that you're not confident in your skill?" Jacob asked.
"Of course not." Although he was a remnant soul, Zackmen was still angry. The Skyria Sect had inherited the heavenly secrets. They could see the secrets of heaven and know the past and the future. As long as he wanted to calculate, there was nothing that he couldn't figure out. As Jacob said so, he felt that it was simply an insult to him.
"Since you're so confident in your Skyria Sect, and since you've figured out her identity and have no worries for the rest of your life, then what are you worried about?" Jacob smiled and said, "Senior, you've disturbed yourself."