Chapter 2208
- Mystic Vale could tell from the heavy, chaotic steps and rough breathing that the person had run all the way here, exhausting a great deal of energy. Soon after, a dark figure fell to his knees with a thud under the grape arbor, less than half a meter from his rocking chair.
- "Subordinate pays respects to Master Mystic Vale!" The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with barely concealed terror. He knelt on one knee, head bowed low, his black cloak covering most of his face, revealing only a pale neck and muscles twitching from excessive tension.
- His hands pressed against the ground, knuckles white from the force, and the stone slabs beneath him bore shallow marks from his grip, showing just how deeply he was shaken.