Gantor stood rooted to the spot, watching helplessly as Soren left before his eyes, with nothing he could do.
With Soren gone, he was now the only one left in the Inquisition. Looking at Moon, unconscious on the ground, Gantor had no idea what to do. He raised his head toward Li Ziran, wanting to say something, only to realize that he knew nothing at all about this young man before him.
He gave a bitter smile, picked Moon up, and came before Li Ziran. "Thank you for saving the Director. I saw it—you stitched his organs back together. Your skill is outstanding. You reminded me of someone, a Witch Doctor who is rather famous in Hippo Ancient City these days."
"Li Ziran?" Li Ziran asked strangely.
Gantor nodded, then laughed along with Li Ziran's question. "That's right. I never expected to meet you in person. You are completely different from what I imagined. You don't look like a Witch Doctor."
"Then what do I look like?"
Gantor shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe Soren was right. You are better suited to be the Director of the Inquisition. Your abilities could let the Inquisition gain a firm foothold in Hippo Ancient City. Unfortunately, Moon is still alive. If only..."
Li Ziran patted his shoulder and smiled. "There is no if only, Master. You have lived this many years already—walk your own path. Until you reach the end, no one can say which path is right. You are very upright. If you need help, I think you can come find me."
"I heard you only help a very small number of people."
"Oh? Where did you hear that?" Li Ziran asked curiously.
"An evil Medusa. She seemed to possess the abilities of a Swamp Dragon and occupied the marshlands outside