James was familiar with the man’s voice.

It was Callan Maverick.

Back then, he said he would not come to Durandal and Mount Olympus. In the end, he came regardless.

Crouching on the rock beside James, Callan smoked a cigarette. As he watched Lucjan and the martial artists from the Gu Sect, his expression turned grim.

“I haven’t regained all of my strength yet, but once I heard that Lucjan and some of the Gu Sect were here, I came here since I was worried that they could be up to no good. For the past one hundred years, Lucjan had kept a low profile while biding his time. He’s a cunning and terrifying man.”

Callan told James of his objectives.

Looking at Lucjan in the distance, James said in a low voice, “Why do you think Lucjan brought the Gu Sect here in Durandal?”

“How would I know? By the way, I’m retreating for now. Many are still hiding in the shadows. I have to be careful not to accidentally reveal my identity.”

Callan did not linger for long. He simply stood up a