When I heard Tilda's response, she gave a subtle smile. "Certain matters cannot be hurried," she replied.
Then Tilda glanced toward the entrance. "Should you need anything, simply notify the guards stationed outside."
I could only give a nod of agreement.
Once Tilda departed, the mustached man and I found ourselves temporarily housed in this location.
I extended my divine consciousness outward, sweeping across the compound, and discovered numerous martial practitioners within the Maxwayne estate.
Yet these warriors weren't all elite fighters. Many possessed modest abilities instead.
Take, for example, Grandmasters and even Masters.
"What reason would the Maxwayne family have for employing someone at Master level?" I found myself frowning with confusion.
The power disparity within the Maxwayne clan was remarkably wide, encompassing not just Marquis-level fighters but Masters as well.
This seemed completely illogical. Any family boasting a Marquis would hardly value a Master.
