Claire arrived before Dago in an instant.
Dago was now clad head to toe in armor formed from "Yitai" metal.
It rose and fell slightly with the fluctuations of Dago's mental power, as though it possessed an independent rhythm of life.
Even his cheeks were completely concealed by a silver mask that seemed to flow constantly, marked with tightly closed shark-tooth patterns.
The gaze beneath the mask was cold and scrutinizing, cutting off all prying eyes from the outside world.
Only his eyes were exposed, making it difficult for outsiders to discern his appearance.
Dago had originally considered whether to reveal his appearance before Claire.
But on second thought, the wavelength of his mental power could not be completely disguised.
To high-level wizards, concealing one's identity was nothing more than a self-deceiving trick.
Being evasive would only make him seem petty. He might as well openly see how Claire reacted.
This was also a psychological contest, testing the other party's bottom line and intentions.
The Yitai metal slid away like receding seawater, revealing a pale, stern face.
Thus, Dago took the initiative to dissolve the metal mask on his face and calmly watched Claire rapidly approach him.
"It's you?!"
Claire's pupils contracted slightly. Clearly, this result had exceeded his predictive model.
Sure enough, once the young wizard Claire saw Dago's face clearly, he came to an abrupt halt and frowned.
It was a complicated expression mixed with surprise, wariness, and a reassessment of Dago's value.
But he quickly flipped the switch called "reason" and suppressed those useless emotions.
As a seeker who had struggled along the path of wizardry, losing composure was a fatal weakness.
His emotions soon calmed, and he continued walking toward Dago with an expressionless face.
"You should be grateful that Baker brought you into the Progress