Fiddle turned around, left the study, and wished the old man a good evening.
After Fiddle left, the old man looked with furrowed brows at the middle of the room.
The old man waved his fingers. Some water gathered in the air, and a clear pool formed.
The old man looked into the pool, and the pool reflected a seemingly infinite world.
The old man's eyes moved with rapid speed as he scanned through every hidden corner of the world in the pool.
Ten seconds later, the pool vanished, and the old man laid back on the chair.
"Sure enough, he's gone. No trace of him. That's a new one," the old man mumbled to himself. "I mean, people stronger than us did exist in other lower realms, so it's not really unbelievable. It just hasn't happened with any of the known clans in the past 100,000 years. This smells fishy! Something's different this time!"
