The Centaur King of the Centaur World was an old thing that had lived for over three hundred thousand years.
Its name was also quite long, so Saine shortened it and addressed it as Hollier King.
Its long life had allowed Hollier King to witness the development of Wizard Civilization.
Even during the era when it rose to fame, Wizard World had merely been a Large World and had yet to enter the ranks of a Top-Level Civilization.
Its exceedingly deep seniority had allowed the Centaur King to cultivate quite an impressive network of connections within Wizard World.
Though it had run its own world into a rather dilapidated state, and its own strength ranked near the bottom among Level-6 Creatures,
there were truly quite a few powerful figures in Wizard Civilization willing to give it face.
Including Saine before it. Given such "warm hospitality" from Hollier King, if this Centaur King truly came to Saine for help in the future, it would be difficult for him to refuse with a cold face.
The Centaur King probably would not come looking for Saine... This old fellow did not have much time left.
Though it possessed the life level of Level 6, its face was covered in gray spots that carried the aura of death and decay.
Even its aura was full of the twilight of old age.
It was unclear whether its withered arms could still support itself, let alone draw its divine bow.
While accepting the hospitality in the Centaur King's golden hall, Saine's gaze could not help drifting toward a silver bow hanging at the very top of the hall.
It was a World-Class Secret Treasure known as the "Bow of the Brave," of low-grade mid-quality.
It had been the Centaur King's weapon in its early years, and