“It’s him!” Bertholas exclaimed the moment he saw the man.

“Do you know him?” Waldo furrowed his brow.

“I remember him,” said Bertholas with shock. “Back in the Zephyria World, he was the lucky one chosen when Franciscus was selecting his successor. What was his name again? It suddenly slipped my mind.”

“It’s been a while, Bertholas,” suddenly shouted the young living being across from them.

Bertholas was taken aback and quickly looked up.

“He’s calling you,” said Waldo softly. “Go out and respond.”

“Should I go alone?” asked Bertholas apprehensively.

“Bertholas Jhork.” Waldo’s expression darkened. “Your cultivation base is at the peak of the Ninth Tribulation. You’re the future hope of the Javerigh Sect. How will you inherit the sect if you don’t even have this much courage?”

Bertholas felt ashamed at being reprimanded. He gritted his teeth and immediately stepped into the void, stopping at a distance far from the living beings.

“I never thought that we would meet again under