In the midst of turmoil, powerful wizards rose to fame, earning awe and reputation, while established wizards fell, their souls heading to the Village of Peace...
"Before coming here, I encountered Lufer..."
Orian suddenly spoke out of the blue, looking at Ronan.
Ronan was slightly startled, a horrid figure covered with exposed flesh unconsciously surfacing in his mind.
"I fought him.
He also mentioned you..."
"What about me?"
Ronan held up his teacup, sipped lightly, and asked calmly.
"He was curious about whether you were dead or alive."
Orian said indifferently.
"How did the battle with him turn out?"
Ronan asked, though he knew such a straightforward inquiry was impolite.
Orian was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Lufer practices the Ancient Blood Secret Technique inherited from the Crimson Tower. He's very powerful.
This turmoil... it's a hotbed for his rapid growth in strength...
This battle, neither of us used our full powers.
