After a moment, Althorne regained his composure and he gently pushed Sol's hand away before retreating and saying angrily.
"Big Brother Sol, you're messing up my hair."
He then started fixing his hair that Sol messed up.
"Haha, sorry, sorry. Here, these are the five million mid-grade Aether Stones as I promised. My feet didn't leave the stage, but I supposed it's all the same."
Sol extended his hand which now held a simple storage bag inside.
Althorne smiled but he didn't approach to receive the storage bag, he instead waved his hand and sent it flying over.
"Thank you, Big Brother Sol, Althorne hopes to see you again."
Sol chuckled.
"Of course, the Academy might be large, but we'll surely run into each other in the future. Who knows, it might be very soon, when one of us least expects it."
Althorne's body couldn't help but stiffen upon hearing that, and he stared at Sol silently for a moment.
