Dago did not speak to deny Jason's mistaken guess based on surface appearances.
As he rubbed the rim of his wineglass, he rapidly weighed the heavy intelligence Jason had just revealed.
There was no way he could return to the Emerald Court's territory.
The Omnipotent Ring was deeply entrenched there, its power towering beyond measure.
Fumingge, that terrifying Fifth Circle existence, had already become utterly unhinged over the ancient inheritance of Isidore on him.
If that madman learned that he had not only survived the Storm Realm but had even benefited from the disaster, he would never let him, a lamb awaiting slaughter, go.
Moreover, Fumingge was certainly not the only greedy wizard coveting Herlamus's inheritance.
There were probably no shortage of old monsters within the Emerald Empire who were eyeing that inheritance with envy.
He had already resolved to completely conceal his identity and lie low while cultivating in some new place where no one knew him.
Looking across the entire map, the Tangista Wizard Empire of the three great empires lay in the bitterly cold northernmost region of the Middle Continent, millions of miles away from where he currently was. It was simply too distant.
The Fate Pendulum, however, was close at hand.
Most importantly, Spirit Lake was a massive wizarding holy land that was in no way inferior to the Omnipotent Ring, and perhaps even possessed deeper foundations.
The high-level ice-element spell inheritances he urgently needed for his future cultivation could surely be found within Spirit Lake's vast repository of knowledge.
After carefully weighing every aspect, this truly was a bright and open path brimming with endless possibilities.
"I'll seriously consider your suggestion."
Dago withdrew from his thoughts and slowly gave his reply.
"No rush. You can travel with me first. It's a long journey, and you'll