This time, he was absolutely determined not to let any tragedy occur, even if it meant staining the continent with blood!
At this moment, tens of thousands of miles away from the Central State Academy, upon a mountain peak, a man stood with his hands behind his back, his purple clothes fluttering lightly. The red spider lilies that adorned half of his face made him look ghost-like, but far from being peculiar, they blended with his aura, adding to his sinister and noble charm.
Around him seemed to blossom countless Red Spider Lilies, stunningly divine for a moment—enchanting enough to trap someone in an inescapable morass.
Clouds and mist circled as the man lifted his purple eyes, a flash of light crossing his gaze.
"Half a year has already passed, and I still haven't found Muer's whereabouts. Where in the world could she be? It's about time; I need to return to the Academy."
His lips slightly pursed, a vision of the woman's stunning smile appeared before him—
