Michael stepped out of his room.
When he descended the stairs, he was met with a familiar face.
"Master Yuan?"
Michael found Master Yuan seated calmly, his back straight, his long robes immaculate.
It was a familiar and the only personal attendant of Mage Lian that Michael knew
What surprised Michael wasn't his presence but his timing.
He had given Mage Lian his address during their last conversation, so it made sense that they could find him.
But why now?
Had something happened.
The moment Master Yuan saw him, the older man rose from his seat with grace that betrayed years of disciplined training.
"Sir Mic," Master Yuan greeted with a respectful bow.
Michael blinked. "Master Yuan," he returned the nod. "Is there a reason for the visit?"
The old man clasped his hands. "The Grand Mage requests your presence."
Michael's brow furrowed.
He kept his voice calm. "Did he say what it's about?"
