Henry nodded.
He turned his head and scanned the view their hotel window gave them. He saw a lot of Ancient City and felt the calm, cold morning breeze. It was peaceful, and there was no sign of danger.
Yet, Henry knew this was all temporary. One day, he would fight again. At that time, would he succeed?
That question occupied his mind. He couldn't afford to become careless and die again. He sensed that… Carelessness was the reason he died in the first place. His instincts kept telling him to be 100% sure before acting.
He raised his head to the gigantic Library Tower.
He didn't trust it before because he didn't know its history. He now knew his disciples created it, and he felt a sense of pride. They made something that lasted till this day.
Of course, his old first disciple was still dumb for not being able to preserve his soul.
