Seeing a very scruffy drunkard reeking of alcohol suddenly appear before him, Master Wrathwind's brow furrowed. He instantly thought of the Fallen Ones. "Just tell me what your purpose is for pulling me into this world."
The drunk chuckled and said, "Master Wrathwind, legendary druid, also known as the world's strongest druid. I never expected we'd meet under such circumstances!"
"Who exactly are you?!" Wrathwind snorted coldly.
"Please don't talk to me with resentment, though my methods are indeed somewhat crude." The drunk fell silent for a moment. "How about we change the environment? Perhaps you'll be more comfortable."
The surrounding environment changed once again. The scene of the Elven capital actually switched to Wrathwind's hiding place. Looking at the familiar scenery, Wrathwind's brow furrowed tightly, and his heart was in turmoil. Before his recent exposure, very few people knew about his hiding place. "What's the meaning of this?"
