"I am Wagner."
The shadow stood up, still covered in a swarm of nibbling shadow rats.
"Please have a seat."
It pulled out a dusty stool and handed it to Levi.
Levi sat down and asked:
"What is your current situation, sir?"
He had investigated before, Wagner was a Grand Wizard from the Shadow School of Thought from a hundred thousand years ago.
His realm was Nine Rings Perfect, just shy of attaining legendary ascension.
But later, he vanished without a trace, presumably after failing.
Previously when he wandered here, Wagner had asked him for help.
At that time, Levi was only at Seven-Ring Cultivation.
He dared not respond and simply ignored it.
The Shadow Emblem he had refined might be the oddity left behind from this person's downfall.
The shadow recalled and organized its thoughts.
