The map wasn't just a general overview of their realm; it was a blueprint of the world's secrets. It gave many of the masters around the table a genuine sense of shock, bordering on terror.
How could a boy from a lower realm know the exact coordinates of the Silent Grave hidden clan or the Heavenly Forge islands?
"I didn't write the names over these dots," William casually pointed at the map he had just finished after spending an entire hour in focused silence. He set the brush down, the ink still wet. "But if there is a place you don't recognise, just ask, and I'll tell you about it."
He wasn't boasting. There were indeed lots of places marked on that paper that even the veteran masters sitting here, men who had travelled the upper realm for dozens of years, didn't recognise.
"How about this one?" one of the elders cleared his throat, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. He pointed a scarred finger toward a tiny, isolated island chain in the northern sea.
