The General Arrives
A faint smile appeared.
"Haha, does this old man want to give me farewell money?"
The thought surfaced naturally in his mind.
Leon did not say it aloud.
He simply looked at James with that faint, almost amused smile.
There was no fear in his eyes.
No urgency.
Not even irritation.
Instead, there was curiosity.
He genuinely wanted to see what James intended to do.
After all, if someone was determined to hand him money, there was no reason to refuse.
Selena stood quietly beside him.
Her long silver-white hair flowed down her back, catching the pale light of the sky. Her blue eyes remained fixed on James, calm but alert.
The snow-white robe around her slender figure moved softly in the breeze, while one hand slowly settled near the hilt of the Amethyst Mist Sword.
She did not draw it.
Not yet.
But she was ready.
Leon had not given an order.
That was enough for her to wait.
James stared at Leon for several breaths.
