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The squirrel looked at Charles and only then realized that Charles was seated in a silver seat.

This was clearly a position reserved for Fifth Circle wizards.

Among the other wizard sages, Pushton had been away from Isata the longest. He had not returned in his true body for several hundred years.

However, whenever Isata held a major meeting, he would usually send one of his puppets in his stead.

That squirrel was the puppet he sent.

The last time a meeting of this level had been held was twenty or thirty years ago. Back then, there had not yet been a Charles among the wizard sages.

The squirrel looked at Noah, who had remained in Isata throughout these past years, and asked, "Tell me what happened."

Noah did not dare conceal anything. He said, "Tower Master, during the time you were unaware, Isata has produced not only a Fifth Circle wizard, but also a Fourth Circle wizard."

Upon hearing this, the squirrel looked toward the end of the seats and indeed saw Anderson there.

The squirrel nodded and said, "Not bad!"

"Noah, continue!"

At that, Noah went on to recount Charles's entire situation.

The wizard sages who had not heard it before now listened once more to the detailed account.

Every one of them wore rather interesting expressions.

After hearing of Charles's experiences, even Pushton, who was still traversing and teleporting through the void, stopped teleporting.

His face was filled with astonishment. "That lucky, and that good at fighting?!"

"An Abyss Grand Lord?!"

"Can an Abyss Grand Lord really be achieved so easily?"

"If I could become an Abyss Grand Lord, would I still be running around in the void?!"

Back in Isata—

The squirrel looked at Charles and said, "I never expected Isata to produce an Abyss Grand