Lazek cursed himself continuously. Every moment he stayed on the battlefield, saving lives, only one thought flashed through his mind: he was constantly worried about his disciple, who barely had a few days left to live.
He didn't give a damn about saving the lives of various powerhouses and beasts on the borders; to him, his disciple's life and success were far, far more important.
His expression was twisted; the more he travelled closer towards the capital, the greater his worry became, in fear of the scenario that he might only arrive to see his talented disciple's dead body frozen and preserved only for his sake.
His eyes flashed with fury and killing intent at the mere thought of it, and the worst part was that he would be the one responsible.
