Unfilial

After saying that, Winchester shook his head, sliced open the magic array with a bony finger, and calmly walked out. Yes, he had simply walked right out.

Osvid's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight! This binding array was no ordinary thing. It had been refined generation after generation by their Hidden Cult. Combined with the mage tower, even an Abyssal Lord trapped inside would never escape as long as the tower's energy did not run dry! Yet in the hands of this senior, it had not even withstood a single finger! Osvid finally understood why his teacher had not dared release Winchester! This was far too unmagical!

Seeing Osvid's expression, Winchester sighed and shook his head again.

"I designed this array myself back then. I never expected that after all these years, you juniors would have made only a few tiny changes! Are mages nowadays all this incompetent? What have you been doing all these years?"

Upon hearing that, Osvid nearly wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground! Damn it, using an array someone else designed to trap its original creator—was there anything more absurd? And the man had a point. Even if he had designed it, after all these years, their modifications had been broken with a single finger by the original creator. Didn't that prove how useless they were?

But before Osvid could admit his mistake, the lich spoke again.

"Tell me. Since you dared make up your mind to release me this time, there must be something troublesome going on, right? For the sake of our shared ties to the Hidden Cult, if it isn't too complicated, I'll help you handle it. Afterward, I'm leaving this place."

"You're leaving? Why?" The moment Osvid heard that Winchester intended to leave, he immediately