Decaying Roots

Old Worm simply nodded at him and looked back at Droman.

"He has a talent for alchemy. I'm not letting him go."

As always, Old Worm kept his words as short as Roan.

Rean was expecting that Droman to complain. However, Droman simply bowed in the end.

"I understand. In that case, I will do my best to teach Formations to Rean during the time I'm at the sect."

Old Worm nodded, satisfied.

Still, Droman was curious about something.

"By the way, Elder Fauk. What brought you here?"

Droman knew the Old Worm was definitely not the type to eavesdrop on others' conversation.

"It's about the formations in my place. I need you to do some modifications for me."

Droman immediately shook his head.

"There was no need for elder Fauk to come here. As long as you had sent the message, I would have dropped everything to help you with it."