Zhao Li Xin paid no attention to Salvo, to Alinna, or to the Arwegian soldiers who watched him with admiration and curiosity in their eyes.
He had come like a whirlwind and left like a passing breeze. No one stopped him. Strangely, no one even thought to. It was only after his figure had completely disappeared from sight that the commander of the Arwegian army seemed to snap back to his senses.
A dozen questions rushed into his mind all at once, like who that mysterious man is, his origin, and that power… Such terrifying, destructive power. He had never seen anything like it since King Lucas killed Nazareth.
"…Do you know him, Mr. de Rova?" the commander finally asked.
Salvo's gaze remained fixed on the direction Zhao Li Xin had left. His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark and distant.
"Nobody," he said at last, his tone laced with faint disdain.
He turned and walked toward Alinna.
