"Grandpa Doehring, it looks like we can't rest yet. More friends have arrived."
Linley spoke, looking into the distance together with Doehring.
Gradually, the first figure appeared.
Linley had only met him once, but remembered him vividly.
Back when Linley entered the Plane Prison, he had encountered him in the spatial passage.
Only, Linley had been entering the Plane Prison, while the other man had been escaping it.
Dressed in golden robes, he held three kitten-like Magical Beasts in his arms. He looked about twenty, with an eerily beautiful face.
"Greetings, Lord Linley. Greetings, Lord Doehring!"
Dylan stopped about a hundred meters from Linley and Doehring and greeted them.
"Greetings, Lord Linley. Greetings, Lord Doehring!" ×3
The three sons in Dylan's arms also flew into the air and spoke.
Linley and Doehring did not respond immediately, continuing to look into the distance instead.
A vast crowd approached as O'Brien arrived with his disciples and followers.
Like Dylan, they stopped a hundred meters away.
O'Brien looked at Linley, his expression tinged with emotion.
Two years ago, Linley had been nothing more than a junior before him.
Linley had even needed to bow respectfully when facing him.
Yet in just two years, their relative strength had been reversed.
Now, he had no choice but to seek Linley's protection.
Fortunately, he had not made an enemy of Linley back then, and their relationship had even been fairly good.
As for Doehring, O'Brien had naturally heard of him as well.
But he had never expected Doehring to now be at the God-level too.
Moreover, he was also a Mid-God.
Life truly was unpredictable.
"Greetings, Lord Linley. Greetings, Lord Doehring."
Countless thoughts ran through O'Brien's mind, but outwardly, he still greeted Linley and Doehring with the utmost respect.
"Greetings, Lord Linley. Greetings, Lord Doehring!" ×N