"Who exactly are you? I warn you, leave the body of the King of Nanjiang immediately, or I assure you, your end today will be a gruesome one!"
The Great Steward's face was cold and severe, his eyes full of resolve. The Black Mist emerging from his hand began to aim for the King of Nanjiang's brow.
"You are the Great Steward of the Witch God Hall. Aren't you aware of whom you guard, whom you act as a Guardian for every day?"
"The Witch God Hall? Who am I guarding?"
The Great Steward furrowed his brows deeply, his eyes widening in disbelief as he shook his head slowly.
"Impossible! I am the Guardian of the Great Wizard. My Cultivation at the Witch God Hall is to protect all living creatures, hoping to bridge heaven and earth and decipher the secrets of all beings!"
With these words, the Great Steward all but confessed his wish for immortality.
