Another Ball Game...

"A-a change in pace?" Cornelius said under his breath, bewildered at what was going on. He was almost zoned out from the present moment right now.

"Ah, Sol! There you are." Iberus chuckled. The old man had gained a liking to the young disciple by now.

"Hahaha, I told you all that Sol of all disciples wouldn't be a delinquent. You all ought to trust me sometimes..." Iberus continued, his face still smiling wholeheartedly.

Sol furrowed his brows as he heard this. 

Cornelius spoke up with a polite smile on his face, "Haha! Of course. We all need to respect each other, isn't that right?"

Sol mused on hearing this: 'No... the Sect Master doesn't need to respect anyone. That's his choice. A play of words to continue fooling this bufoon of a sect master.'

He sighed: 'I wonder what I should do with this sect.'

He looked up at the sky above him: 'I only have four more months until that day.'