Before long, Yuan walked out of the inner offices of the guild, appearing before Noah.
The guild master's footsteps were measured, and he carried himself with the practiced air of a man used to commanding respect, but the atmosphere in the room shifted the moment he drew near the white-masked figure.
The adventurers in the lobby watched in hushed silence as their guile master approached the mysterious powerhouse who had arrived in a flash of lightning.
Yuan had a polite smile on his face, the kind of professional mask he wore when greeting high-ranking officials or wealthy patrons.
Yet, behind that polite smile was a deep, cold fear that he struggled to keep from reaching his eyes.
His hands were clasped behind his back, hidden from view, because he didn't want anyone to see the slight tremor in his fingers.
He kept thinking back to the insane power he saw Noah use when fighting that shadow woman in the wasteland.
