In Monica’s eyes, James was but a clown. A very successful one, at that, to have fooled even the Young Master of the Elixir Pavilion.

At the same exact moment, the Great Elder of the World Pavilion was already on his way to the Master’s closed-door meditation sanctuary. There were extremely steep stone walls at the back of the mountain. When he reached a stone wall, he held up his hand. Then, some mysterious prints and symbols appeared and enmeshed themselves within the wall in front of him.

A loud roar came from the wall, followed by a crack, into which Grasberg walked. He entered a cave that extended inwards and arrived at a stone house located within its depths.

Within the stone house, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged. A man with long hair who looked to be in his forties had mysterious symbols floating around his body in a circular motion.

“Master.” Grasberg walked towards him. As this world operated based on the law of the jungle, he referred to Wollongong as ‘Master