Jorge felt increasingly overwhelmed and regretted his decision to take on this mission. If he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn't have volunteered to escort Gordon. Frustrated, he exclaimed, "Mr. Gordon, forgive my boldness, but what exactly is the purpose of this journey? Do you still not trust me at this critical moment?"

However, Jorge could not ignore his father's warnings back home. He smiled and said, "Mr. Gordon, my father was concerned something might go wrong on this trip, so he devised a plan involving you. He claimed it was to become an apprentice of a level nine master, but actually..."

"But actually what?" Gordon's face darkened, his displeasure evident.

Jorge leaned in and whispered, "There was a famous level nine master named Ansaldo near Windia Island two hundred years ago. He was obsessed with formations but passed away before breaking through to level nine. He was known for his pride and never took apprentices or left a legacy. Mr. Gordon, our family