It was just after that illusory encounter ended, the two never met again.
The middle-aged man took off the cloak from his body and hung it on a row of wooden hooks on one side of the wall: "Is it time?"
Mazak nodded.
He carefully placed the sword on his knee, then closed the sword box with one hand and replied: "Last November was supposed to be the time set by the other party, but the incident with Dolifen disrupted the plans of the Dragon Worship Sect believers, which led to a series of subsequent events in Charter City.
Nikopolas has always been wary of us, and several times I went to Charter City to no avail. However, recently I've received some news that they should be ready."
The middle-aged man teased, "I thought it was us who should be ready."
"I was ready twenty years ago," Mazak replied flatly, "but without absolute certainty, it won't appear."
"Indeed, she is such a person."
The middle-aged man nodded.
