Dole's body slowly floated up, then he lightly landed on the ground. His bare, smooth feet touched the earth, releasing a wisp of fiery smoke.
He nodded. "But all the materials are ready."
The male wizard shook his head. "I'm not sure. President Red Mountain asked me to invite you over."
Dole nodded without asking further. "Lead the way."
Above the volcanic cluster, the closer one got to the craters, the more barren the ground became. Yet at the foot of the mountains, every kind of rainforest and tropical plant flourished in lush abundance.
Following the shade of the trees, Dole soon arrived at an area filled with human buildings. One of the grand halls was the Fire Parasol Tree Organization's council chamber—Parasol Hall.
The Fire Parasol Tree Organization did not have many members. Most of the time, not a single person could be seen here.
Upon entering Parasol Hall, Dole found Red Mountain Matriarch standing inside, with Angelina at her side, watching him with a solemn expression.
They had long known that Dole was not his true body. They even knew that this incarnation was cultivating their meditation method, which left Angelina rather displeased.
When Red Mountain Matriarch saw Dole's incarnation, she was somewhat astonished. He had already cultivated it to the ninth level so quickly—wasn't that far too outrageous?
But she knew Dole was no ordinary man. After her surprise passed, she calmed down and said, "Wizard Dole truly is formidable. A few months of your time equals decades of another person's painstaking cultivation. Remarkable."
Before an eighth-level wizard like Red Mountain Matriarch, Dole showed due respect. He solemnly bowed and said, "You flatter me, Matriarch. I merely have the advantage of looking down from a great height. With spiritual power above the mid-seventh level, recultivating a meditation