"All right, tell me what happened in the Kingdom of Hainas after I left." O'dor waved his hand and helped Garis to his feet.
"Yes, Grand Martial Ancestor." Garis replied respectfully.
As time passed, the sky gradually brightened.
After listening to Garis's account, O'dor's expression remained calm, showing no other emotion.
He felt little over his disciple's death.
Over the course of his life, he had seen too many familiar people off. Unless someone had truly touched his heart, time would gradually fade his feelings until there was hardly any emotional fluctuation left.
He had only asked Garis to recount it because he wanted to understand that old history.
"I should be going."
"Grand Martial Ancestor, I..."
Seeing Garis hesitate, O'dor stopped and slowly said, "If you have something to say, say it directly."
"Grand Martial Ancestor, will I have another chance to see you in this life?" Garis prostrated himself on the ground, his face full of reluctance as he spoke in a low voice.
"You should already know where I am." O'dor spoke calmly and unhurriedly. "If you want to see me, come. At most, I'll make room for you. If you don't, then let this be our farewell. The choice is yours."
"I understand, Grand Martial Ancestor." The tension in Garis's expression eased, and joy filled his eyes. Suppressing his excitement, he answered as steadily as he could.
Half a minute later, receiving no response, Garis slowly raised his head and discovered that his Grand Martial Ancestor had already left.
Straightening up, Garis looked at Velin, who was still asleep. He now fully believed his Grand Martial Ancestor's words: the Eternal Dawn Knight would not wake before noon.
Returning to sit on the cushion, Garis lowered his head to look at the wine cup his Grand Martial