The Immortal Soul Catcher’s Codex

"This isn't something you need to know. You just need to answer my question," Lei Luo said calmly.

An invisible magic aura was emitted. Madajong's face was deathly pale as if he was facing an extremely powerful mage.

Even though he was a third-level elemental mage, he felt like an ordinary person facing an elemental mage with fear and powerlessness.

He knew in his heart that this gray-robed mage was definitely a high-level elemental mage.

As for Madajong's disciple, that young man was even more afraid. He did not even dare to breathe loudly.

"Sir, I do know Angel of Ivy, but we've only met once. Previously, the lord has sent people to look for us many times. Please understand, sir," Madajong hurriedly said.

Lei Luo's lips curled into a cold smile.