To the vast majority of Mages, that gentleman is a warm and humble scholar, much like the Priests of the Holy City.
Luo Yan paused for a moment here, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"There's no use guessing here; you'll know when you see it."
Although he had a hint of doubt in his heart, Luo Yan decided to display the composure of a Prince and gladly accepted the invitation.
The meeting place was the Sky Garden at the pinnacle of the Tower of Great Sage.
It was a wondrous place secluded from the world, a Holy Land that countless Mages longed for but could not reach.
A layer of translucent Magic Dome isolated the wind and snow of the Northern Realm outside. Beneath the dome, it was like spring all year round, with rare Magic Plants quietly growing in the meticulously designed garden, emanating a soft halo and an intoxicating fragrance.
Compared to the scenery of the snowy plains, this place seemed like a different world.
