"Lord Soron." The young man sitting on the back of the Ancient Time Dragon jumped down. He slightly bowed his head in salute toward the Reaper in the distance, then snapped his fingers, causing the maid beside Su Ziyu to disappear into thin air; she was likely sent to a safe place.
His expression was neither servile nor overbearing, yet his etiquette was handled with great respect, and he slowly said, "Aren't you too hasty?"
"We have just retrieved the lost time travelers, where do you intend to take him?"
The Reaper Soron glanced at the young man, the enormous pressure making even the Space-Time Guardian feel a bit tense. The Reaper said expressionlessly, "Open Ragnarok."
"The key is on him."
Ragnarok?
Hearing this, Su Ziyu couldn't help but think about a world he once experienced, not the initial surface world he descended to, but the deeper inner world sealed by the previous Space-Time Inspector.
