Noticing the change in environment, as well as the familiar old man on his right, Mon Dupa couldn't help but draw in a deep breath, before exclaiming in shock. "Are you the Peaceful Sage, Trent Shiler?" The anxiety in his mind, vanishing from his mind, at the sight of this familiar man. For he finally realized where the feeling of delirium that he experienced earlier came from.
The Peaceful Sage has always been publicly recognized as a great illusion expert, and Mon Dupa believed that he was one of the few people within this city that could create such powerful and strange phenomena within his mind that he couldn't get rid of by himself.
After his mind relaxed, he noticed his body was still aged and almost at death's door. His once handsome face had now transformed into that of an extremely old, sickly and scrawny man. His previously well-kept blue flamed hairs had also now messily grown to reach his feet.
Looking at his aged appearance, he thought to himself, 'I can't believe this body of mine almost died in that mind field.' Mon Dupa thought to himself in sadness. 'Now that I have the chance, I should transfer my depleted lifespan into one of my other bodies, situated elsewhere just in case this is another mind game created by that celestial.' Before using a unique ability that came with his immortal will power.
Within a span of a millisecond, his old and weak looking body, quickly transformed back into his youthful appearance from before, as if nothing had ever happened to him.
"Yes I am, child. This fellow right here, is Micas Groundworth. You may have heard of him." Trent, replied to his question, before pointing towards the old man sitting opposite Mon Dupa, who was still busily sampling the various fruits on the table. Completely ignoring Mon Dupa's youthful transformation, as though it was an expected outcome.
Hearing Trent's words, the now youthful Mon Dupa looked at Micas who was still busy sampling the delicacies on the table, and couldn't help but exclaim. "Are you truly Micas Groundworth of the Groundworth Industries from the distant Yearning Trust City? I'm sorry for my earlier transgression!" Mon Dupa didn't have the slightest grudge concerning their previous battle in his heart. He even felt slightly pleased instead. Not many times would he meet with a business mogul at Micas' level. 'I could use this opportunity to build a friendship that can help my sect members in the future.' He thought to himself.
"Hello son! Don't worry about earlier, I was in the wrong anyway. Sorry for my mistake. By the way, I wonder why you were monitoring my little granddaughter earlier?" Micas asked, after chewing, and swallowing a small, finger sized, red colored, oval-shaped fruit in his mouth. Mon Dupa could tell, from his smiling face, that the red fruit that he had just eaten was truly sweet and juicy.