4th Stage: Tempestuous Defense
The servant lady directly kneeled before Simon and stretched her hands to pass the information letter.
"Master Simon, a message from your father," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Simon paused, lowering his staff as he took the slip from her hands. His eyes scanned the contents quickly, and a triumphant grin spread across his face.
"What a great news!... The upcoming Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering, And my confirmed slot at the center, very close to the Soul Stone of War God." He murmured to himself.
A manic laugh erupted from his throat, echoing through the now-quiet mountain range. He looked at the young lady, his eyes gleaming with a wild light. "This is perfect. Absolutely perfect!"
Without warning, he grabbed her by the arm and began walking towards the nearby forest, his grip firm but not harsh. The young lady stumbled slightly, trying to keep up with his long strides, her face a mixture of helplessness and fear.