"Jenny, I will accompany the boss; besides, with Swamp Ant, Silkworm Queen, and Scented Butterfly here, we guarantee no harm will come to a single hair on the boss's head," said Locke in a low voice, counseling within the living room on the outside of the three-story tower just before departure.
Jenny responded with an expressionless face, so Locke could only offer an awkward smile in return.
Soon, Ivan came down from upstairs. Jenny, alone, transformed into a streak of light that dove into his sleeve and became a section of Pan Iron Root that resembled jade but wasn't. It coiled tightly around his wrist.
"Let's go."
Ivan had no objections and, with a grand wave of his hand, led Locke, Swamp Ant, and Silkworm Queen out of the sorcerer tower.
Today was the day of the rendezvous with Solomon.