Shadow Mist City, in front of the Saint Giles Bell Tower.
Dang.
Dang.
The bell tolled, loud and melodious. The sound waves rippled in circles but failed to disperse the fog. The fog in front of the bell tower was thick and malicious, rendering visibility to zero.
In the fog, a clear picture emerged: two men were puffing away in a smoking room, casually chatting—a middle-aged man and a young man.
"Wouldn't it be better for everyone if she weren't here?" the middle-aged man said. "The Country already has three Creation Realm Mages. Suddenly, another young Creator pops up, and everyone is troubled."
"You're so unpatriotic," the young man laughed.
