Meanwhile, at Shenington, a young man dressed in brocade stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, wearing a faint smile and a face full of arrogance.
The steps were the path to the highest peak of the main hall, and he stood on the edge of the steps as if overlooking the Eternal Sentinel Mountain.
This young man is none other than the Young Saint Master of the Shenington, Richardo!
And the two words he asked naturally were about whether Remus had been killed.
Upon hearing the question, Grandmaster Merlion and the others stopped on the steps. Their faces were full of embarrassment as they bowed their heads and didn't dare to respond.
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