"What are you called, child?" the man in black asked, stroking his beard.
"Ah, I'm Leon," Cale replied.
"Hoh? Someone from the desolate continent. It's been a long time since I've seen someone of your kind."
Cale hesitantly asked, "Sir, how may I... address you?"
"Just call me Jiang Yuanjun, while some do call me the Black Sire. Well, stick to whatever you want."
Suddenly, a whale's sound echoed through the chamber.
Cale's head snapped to the side.
A whale—or rather a miniature one—emerged from the void. It fumed with red and blue spiritual energy. After coming to a certain point it stopped, and a small hole appeared on its body. The hole enlarged and kept growing until it became a door's size.
The door opened.
Two men jumped down from it, clearly one looked like the master and the other a guard. Both looked very young—only a few years older than Cale, by their appearance at least.
