Torredo Clan Castle.
After meeting Baelgong, the clan's Acting Grand Duke, First Tower Master Huiyao did not immediately hurry to reunite with Long Xiruo. Instead, he quietly hid himself.
Come to think of it, those whose strength had reached this level—old monsters in the eyes of ordinary members of the Non-human Realm—seemed to share, to some extent, the perverse pleasure of hiding nearby and peeking at everything.
Whether in the present world or the Non-human Realm, where non-humans gathered, fewer and fewer things could arouse their interest... Yet conversely, the things that did interest them were usually connected to enormous forces, and the consequences and repercussions of losing control were likewise immense.
If it had merely been Fafnir going berserk now and then, Huiyao could have regarded it as Fafnir suddenly losing her mind. He would not have intervened personally, at most letting another Tower Master deal with it—at first, he had intended to have the Mystic Steel Tower Master handle it.
"Mystic Steel... is gone."
When Huiyao appeared before Baelgong, he did not hide anything—logically speaking, Mystic Steel should have appeared immediately.
He did not call out to Mystic Steel directly, nor did he intend to let Mystic Steel know that his whereabouts had been exposed. He merely planned to let him reveal himself on his own. With many things, changing the way they were handled would naturally produce different results.
"Are these fellows discussing something...?"
He silently observed everything in the ruins of the clan castle from the shadows. After quite some time, the First Tower Master, who had gained nothing, could not help shaking his head. He was not someone who gathered intelligence, so naturally he would not wait endlessly like a spy for an outcome to appear.
Huiyao shook his head and waved his wand. A