Past Events

"Emerald Master."

Standing where he was, Arthur silently repeated the name, then lifted his head slightly. "You seem to know the former Emerald Master very well."

The person before him had spoken in a calm tone just moments ago. Only when he mentioned the name Emerald Master had his emotions stirred.

Arthur immediately noticed this unusual reaction.

"That's right."

Standing before Arthur and looking at him, Qimudan nodded, a hint of surprise on his face. "The former Emerald Master and I were friends."

The former Emerald Master was Mother of Emerald.

So the person before him had been a friend of the former Emerald Master—that meant he had been a friend of Mother of Emerald?

Arthur couldn't help but freeze.

The age in which Mother of Emerald had existed was now impossible to determine. But judging from her power and the traces of her past, she had unquestionably been one of the oldest Ancient Wizards.

If the person before him had been Mother of Emerald's friend, then not only was his own strength terrifying, but his seniority had likely reached a level beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Arthur wasn't surprised, though.

That was how the Ancient Wizards were.

Those who had survived from ancient times to the present were all genuine antiques. They were probably older than some worlds had existed, their ages reaching a truly terrifying scale.

For beings like them, time had long since lost its meaning. Their deep experience was only to be expected.

"Please, come with me."

Beside them, after Qimudan's arrival, Macdo seemed to have regained his composure. He took a deep breath and bowed to Arthur. "It wouldn't be right to leave our honored guest standing here."

"Please, follow me."

He said this, and only after Arthur nodded did he turn and walk away.

Silently