But now, just after arriving at Frost Halberd City, he was unexpectedly "invited to take the stage."
"I..." He almost refused outright, but swallowed his words with clenched teeth. "I will comply with the arrangement."
At night, he returned to the carriage, not speaking a word along the way.
Returned to the temporary camp in Frost Halberd City.
Astha paced slowly in the tent, his cloak trailing on the ground.
"They knew I was coming long ago, yet no one informed me of the meeting in advance." He muttered to himself, his tone cold and heavy.
This was not just a sudden arrangement; it seemed deliberately aimed at catching him off guard.
He stood up, pacing slowly in the tent, his cloak trailing on the ground.
Were these local powers scheming against him, making him anxious and uneasy.
At this moment, the curtain was gently lifted, and an elderly man stepped into the tent—it was his mentor, Saif.
