While Yang Tian and Silver Wolf were training in the cave, a young man dressed in medieval knight armor stood at the exact spot where the Sentinel had brought Yang Tian and Silver Wolf before, gazing at the mountain range where the Shengxi Soil rested and smiling faintly.
"Meeting an old friend is always special! Fallen Knight Jerman, wouldn't you agree?" An elderly man, tall and thin, slowly emerged from the forest, chuckling lightly as he spoke.
The armored man frowned slightly upon hearing the old man's voice but quickly forced a smile, replying, "Master Gandhi, I haven't been a knight for many years now, so please stop addressing me this way, alright?"
Even as the armored man smiled, a flicker of brutality flashed through his eyes.
