The old man was none other than the master of the beast mountain, Fionk. He looked at his grand disciples with a serious expression as he waited for them to finish their words.
"The armoured fire crocodile with the 69 number on its tail formed a contract with an outer sect disciple and left the beast mountain,"
Gregor looked at his master Elder Strauss for a moment before replying to his grandmaster.
"Are you saying that truth?"
The old man with the white beard became excited as his previous serious face disappeared without a trace.
"Huh? Master, aren't you angry?"
Before his grand disciples could reply to him, his disciple asked with a puzzled look on his face.
'Slap'
"Why would I be angry regarding it? It is the first good thing that happened to us in a long time,"
Fionk slapped both his disciples as he replied with a smile on his face.
"But the armoured fire crocodile is left the beast mountain and your ambition will be delayed,"
