There is an expert approaching, and Stan Sol clearly felt it.
However, he wasn't flustered. He knew his own strength. Compared to what he encountered on Guru Mountain, this coming expert couldn't threaten him.
Rostov already knew that the reinforcements he had called for had arrived here, and at this moment, the tightness in his heart had eased somewhat.
Sometimes Rostov even felt it was heaven's favor on him, allowing him to continually have good luck, especially recently; luck seemed a bit abundant.
Earlier, it was the Alchemy Workshop bringing sincere cooperation intentions; he had just arranged the Golden Seats left by the Alchemy Workshop at Yonder Travel Academy. Now heaven had granted him a Sol; wasn't this favor?
Now his reinforcements, also his most trusted person among the League Guard, had arrived. This Hunter nicknamed Roots was always so quietly moving. If he hadn't secretly reported to him, Rostov wouldn't have known this guy had reached the scene.
