The White-Robed Scholar, about to take a drink, lowered his cup and glared up the staircase. Grand Strategist Gongson Sim, who had clearly been eavesdropping, was now descending. Approaching the table, Gongson Sim naturally took the seat across from him and spoke.

“…He’s impossible to read.”

“I told you. His tendencies and personality are hard to pin down.”

Gongson Sim looked directly at the White-Robed Scholar.

“He’s an enemy, and yet an ally. Or maybe neither. But are you really planning to let the Haomun Lord get killed by the Specters?”

“He’s not the kind of man who dies easily.”

“It’s different if the opponents are Specters.”