Benedict sat on the ground. Though wretched, he glanced at James and asked nonchalantly, “Why are you here?”

Though he appeared nonchalant on the outside, he was secretly puzzled inside. Why could an insignificant figure like James freely enter the Pavilion’s holy site?

‘Could he really be an extremely powerful guy?’

He was puzzled.

James walked into the dungeon and waved his hand casually. Immediately, a chair appeared. As he sat on the chair, he looked at Benedict and said coldly, “Benedict, do you know why you lost?”

Benedict shook his head and said, “I don’t know, nor do I wish to know.”

He knew he had lost. His fate would be terrible. Perhaps he would live, but he would be imprisoned for the rest of his life.

James said, “In truth, you have disguised yourself well. Not even the Pavilion’s Master could see through you. If everything goes according to plan, you’ll work with the Sanctuary from the inside when they attack the Pavilion. When that happens, the Pavilion will surel