The figure stood draped in a black robe, radiating an unsettling presence!
The face concealed under that dark hood belonged to none other than Walton Greer!
"Mason Raymond... You thought you were the only one capable of gathering intel?" Walton Greer spoke with venom.
My expression turned grim. I drew a sharp breath and demanded, "Walton, weren't you stuck in the Mystic Realm? How did you show up here?"
Walton Greer let out a cold laugh. "For a ten-thousand-year medicinal treasure like this, abandoning some Mystic Realm means nothing."
"Enough chatter, fork over those herbs right now!" Guy Noble barked.
He aimed his Folding Fan directly at Walton Greer, poised to strike without warning.
Yet Walton stayed composed, casting a glance at Guy Noble with a slight smirk. "Guy Noble, I'm aware you pack serious power with that Martial Saint Weapon, but sadly, you can't handle me..."
Hearing Walton Greer's declaration, my face went pale with alarm!
