"Holy Magus, Wo Duoer has returned," said the middle-aged beautiful woman dressed in a lavish red mage robe, bowing deeply.
In the depths of a pitch-black cave, countless stalactites emitted a faint glow. On a platform within the expansive chamber, an old man with disheveled hair sat cross-legged.
The old man's eyes opened, his irises extremely cloudy and his pupils grayish-white, which was somewhat frightening.
"It seems the negotiations have failed," the old man spoke, his voice not sounding aged at all.
The female mage nodded slightly and respectfully said, "The Chancellor of Iridium Star was extremely arrogant and rude, even threatening to destroy the Six Mage Towers."
The old man closed his eyes again, his expression unchanged, and said, "I believe he has the capability to do so."
The woman, admiring the ordinary-looking but ethereally tempered old man, said with a look of reverence, "But Holy Magus, you too can destroy them."