On Richard's way to Jialan City, many things were happening elsewhere.
It seemed that each event had no connection to the others, but being in the same world on the same continent, there were always some hidden relations linking these events together.
...
In the morning.
In the western region of the Main Continent, among the mountain ranges, a rugged camp stood tall.
At the heart of the camp was a two-story wooden building. In its hall, a tall Bald Wizard sat in a high-backed chair covered with animal skins. His eyes were half-closed, as if he were resting or pondering some significant matter.
Suddenly, outside the wooden building, hurried footsteps erupted, causing the tall Bald Wizard to involuntarily open his eyes.
"Tap tap tap..."
Accompanying the footsteps, an old man dressed in grey walked in, holding a heavy lead box in his hands.
"What's wrong?" the Bald Wizard asked the old man, frowning slightly.
