This was only a guess.
Ian did not dare assert what Inaga II's purpose had truly been.
But without question, the Maze Lord he had wanted to become was anything but ordinary.
Still, no matter what, this guess could at least explain some of the baffling details.
The youth did not continue the topic. He had already gotten the answers he wanted from Master Gose and knew what he should do in the Second Energy Level, or even the Third Energy Level, in the future.
Condense Origin Matter, sublimate the Origin Matter Structure—he had already accomplished that perfectly.
Next came the soul and Psionic Structure of the Second Energy Level.
Master Gose was already old. Reaching the Third Energy Level would be difficult for him, though not impossible, so he had prepared thoroughly and told Ian only the crucial points.
"Ian..."
Just as Ian and Master Gose both stood silent in the rain, seemingly lost in thought—
Isengard spoke. It seemed he had something to say to the white-haired youth, but he hesitated.
"What is it?"
Ian turned to look at Isengard.
He had assumed the other party wanted to ask something about cultivation or alchemy, but the blond youth stammered for a long while before murmuring so softly it was nearly inaudible, "We're... friends, right?"
That's all he wanted to ask?
"Of course." Ian could not hold it in and laughed. "We went through life and death together in the underground ruins and fought side by side several times. Even if we weren't friends before, we are now."
But after laughing, Ian could not help feeling a little wistful—apart from classmates, Isengard probably barely knew any peers. And with his talent, even his classmates were likely not his peers.
Together with the faint but persistent exclusion from his family,