Tracking James’ current whereabouts would be troublesome. Regardless, as a Terra Ancestral God, Herschel should be able to track James, considering that he had planted a sigil inside James’ body beforehand.

At that moment, a man walked in. He was about thirty years old, wearing a black robe and carrying a blade on his back. His eyebrows were bushy, his face was round, and he exuded a crude and violent aura.

“Young Master.”

The man knelt on one knee and greeted him respectfully.

“Rise.”

Hers