Noan looked at Vinelord—no, at this moment, he was already Zeka.
Zeka knelt on the ground, his voice filled with reverence. Noan only gave a slight nod and said: "You may move freely. I will find you when needed."
Zeka nodded, then walked outside and disappeared.
Noan let out a sigh, his eyes glancing toward Malrik.
Malrik turned his head to the side, avoiding Noan's gaze.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Malrik scratched his head and laughed: "Hehehe… Master, this is destiny. I only helped speed up the process."
Noan frowned at Malrik for a long while before sighing and saying: "In the end, is there still something you haven't told me?"
"Forgive me, Master, but nothing can be said. That is destiny."
Hearing Malrik's words, Noan was so angry he wanted to use his head as a ball to kick.
As if sensing Noan's thoughts, Malrik immediately hugged his own head tightly with both hands and hurriedly said: "Master, please calm down."
