"Guildmaster, are you there?" Deep in the forest, the atmosphere in the Druid Guild was somber.
Ever since another Druid Guild had been established, a large number of Druids across the continent had defected to it.
This had dealt a heavy blow to the Druid Guild, whose influence had already been weaker than that of the other professional guilds.
For a time, everyone in the guild was depressed, with scarcely anyone in good spirits.
The mysterious guildmaster was in the worst mood of all. Over the past few days, he had stayed in his office, studying documents and thinking. He rarely went out to interact with the others, and everyone knew he must be in a terrible mood. Few dared disturb him at a time like this.
If he had any choice, Pixiu really would not have knocked on the guildmaster's door just then. But the news he had received was important. If he failed to report it promptly, he feared the guildmaster would reprimand him later.
He reached out and knocked several times. Soon, a voice came from inside.
"I'm here. Who is it?" the guildmaster asked flatly.
"Guildmaster, it's Pixiu. I have something to report," Pixiu said respectfully outside the door.
There was a brief silence. Then the door opened from within. Looking faintly tired, the guildmaster glanced at Pixiu and said, "Come in and tell me."
"Yes, Guildmaster." Pixiu stepped inside cautiously, then closed the door behind him.
"Go on. What is it?" Sitting back down behind his desk, the guildmaster asked in an indifferent tone.
"Guildmaster, I've just received some news concerning Romon..." Seeing the guildmaster's unpleasant expression, Pixiu felt uneasy. But he still had to give his report. Gritting his teeth, he finally spoke.
"Concerning Romon?" At this, the guildmaster's expression finally changed. "Let me