Dole nodded, unconcerned. "I was wrong before, but now that I'm here, isn't that enough?"
Usbur felt somewhat apologetic. "Sorry to trouble you. I've made you a fair number of enemies for nothing."
Dole smiled faintly. "Trouble is what I fear least right now. What I lack is time. I've come into contact with too many rules. To fully comprehend them all at once would take twenty or thirty years, but if I pick out a few important ones, I can complete them in a short time. Reaching the peak of level seven or even level eight isn't difficult for me. But there are too many experiments to conduct, and they've already seriously affected my cultivation progress. All in all, I'm still short on time."
Usbur's mouth twitched. Was this guy lamenting, or showing off? He really wanted to punch him. Ordinary people had to spend an enormous amount of time just coming into contact with one or two rules, yet this fellow had so many rules available to him that it had become a source of distress.
"Ah, then hurry back. There's nothing left here that I need your help with." If you don't leave soon, I'm going to lose my mind. Just how much trouble had you stirred up these past few days?
Dole had no idea what Usbur was thinking, and the two of them returned to the Glory Wizard Alliance headquarters together.
Above a valley, Mills emerged in a flash of white light, looking thoroughly bedraggled. Though he still maintained a wizard's elegance, sweat had already beaded on his forehead.
Although he had been certain Dole would not kill him on Glory Wizard Alliance territory, that man had struck far more viciously than he had anticipated, forcing him to use his final trump card. That