The Gatekeeper opened his eyes slowly.
He saw an indistinct ceiling and heard indistinct murmuring.
His attention was hazy, yet he could instinctively tell that a long time had passed since he had last been awake.
His eyes turned to his side, only to find himself gazing at the man he had seen before collapsing.
His consciousness was jolted as he felt the young man's aura.
It was that of a Martial Master.
"I see…" he whispered. "…I have slumbered for long."
What he last recalled was a young man who was surely a Martial Senior. The fact that Rui stood before him as a Martial Master undoubtedly meant that decades had passed since he had last fallen asleep.
"It's been three years since we last met, Sir Armstrong."
The old man's eyes widened with shock.
"Calm down." Rui could directly feel the immense emotion that this revelation had inspired within him. "You've just recovered; it would be wise not to stress yourself."
