A tall man with grey hair stepped through the portal.
He wore the purple robes of a Bolt, and he looked at Shang with determination and hatred.
It was Jerald's son, whom he had named after the Dean of the Warrior Academy, George.
And, right now, he was a Peak Mage Lord.
Shang had only met George twice in his life.
Once when he had come out of his seclusion to talk to Jerald and once when Shang had been in the great tournament for warriors.
The first time, George hadn't been Shang's enemy.
The second time, he had been stopped by the watching Mages.
A Peak Mage Lord.
It almost seemed unreal that the young man Shang had seen had already reached such a level of power.
But it actually made sense.
