"Yes, of course I'm talking about you." The Male Wizard glanced at the Lich Old Man and snorted. "If not you, then who?"
The Lich Old Man immediately lowered his brows and eyes, muttering in a low voice, "That's a bit excessive. Even Little Devil Pandora has never called me that. That boy Richard calls me 'sir.' I may be old, but I'm not crazy at all. What you said is completely... inaccurate."
"Whatever. I don't care about that." The Male Wizard waved his hand impatiently. "I only want to ask you, where exactly is this place? I..."
"You don't care? But I do." The Lich Old Man interrupted him, stepped closer, pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "I think it's necessary for you to apologize to me."
"Apologize?" The Male Wizard froze. "A Wizard like me apologizing to an old madman like you?"
"I'm not mad."
"If you're asking me to apologize, then you're mad."
"So you refuse?"
"What are you trying to do?" The Male Wizard suddenly became wary. The next moment, his eyes widened as he cried out, "What are you doing?!"
The Male Wizard saw a huge mass of black mist burst from the Lich Old Man's body, condensing into an enormous fist that smashed heavily toward his head.
The Male Wizard was shocked and could not help shouting, "That's impossible!"
Yes, it was impossible. Completely impossible according to his understanding.
How could an old fellow with no energy whatsoever in his body unleash such a powerful attack? Yet it had truly happened.
In his terror, he hurriedly activated the mana inside him and released a shield, preparing to resist.
But he was a beat too slow. Before the shield could form, the fist of condensed black mist struck him squarely on the