138 Altar of the forest

The old man was none other than the master of the beast mountain, Fionk. He looked at his grand disciples with a serious expression as he waited for them to finish their words.

"The armoured fire crocodile with the 69 number on its tail formed a contract with an outer sect disciple and left the beast mountain,"

Gregor looked at his master Elder Strauss for a moment before replying to his grandmaster.

"Are you saying that truth?"

The old man with the white beard became excited as his previous serious face disappeared without a trace.

"Huh? Master, aren't you angry?"

Before his grand disciples could reply to him, his disciple asked with a puzzled look on his face.

'Slap'

"Why would I be angry regarding it? It is the first good thing that happened to us in a long time,"

Fionk slapped both his disciples as he replied with a smile on his face.