Below the Sky Ladder sat a handsome man.
He wore a simple white robe, devoid of any adornment, its hem trailing the ground yet untouched by dust.
Perhaps due to being beside the white Sky Ladder, the man emanated a faint halo, holding a copy of "World Entertainment Weekly" in his hand, his slightly curled white hair conspicuous.
Ellie Miller approached him, yet his eyes remained glued to the gossip and curiosities within the newspaper.
This person, in every way, seemed suspicious.
Ellie Miller looked toward Bognard, hoping for some hint.
However, Bognard was frozen in place, his eyes transforming into draconic, pupils shrinking to pinpoints, beads of sweat forming densely on his forehead.
He was like a mouse that had seen a cat, struck motionless.
Ellie Miller even noticed he seemed to be trembling slightly.
What could scare a 1200-year-old dragon this much??
In any case, this was likely not a human.
Ellie Miller also stopped, ready to turn and flee.
