"Multiple spaces, Dragon Cliff Dungeon... I see." Duke Lorenzo sat in his chair, responding after hearing Shi Wu's account, "I will make the necessary preparations."
"But who exactly was it that rescued you in the end?" Unfortunately, neither of them could find an answer to this question.
Finally, Lorenzo stood up, his gaze falling on Shi Wu's leather armor, covered in claw marks, and reached out to pat Shi Wu's shoulder.
"We're short on people everywhere now, so thank you for running around."
"But don't push yourself too hard; we old folks are still around."
He paused, looking into Shi Wu's eyes, his tone becoming more earnest: "You are Elvyn's esteemed disciple, and you will certainly inherit the Sword Saint's title someday, so you must live well!"
Shi Wu did not humble himself but nodded: "I won't disappoint my mentor."
This time, between life and death, he indeed felt that his sword techniques had improved once again.
