In the quiet side room, Gislason was seated on a chair, while Linley was standing off to one side. Gislason just looked at Linley, looked at him quietly, not saying a word. The pressure that filled this side room caused Linley to unconsciously feel fear.
“The Patriarch summoned me here, but he isn’t saying anything. What is he going to do?” Linley was panicking.
After standing in the side room for a long time, Linley finally couldn’t resist from speaking out. “Patriarch…”
Gislason, startled out of his pondering, looked at Linley. He let out a low sigh, that icy, tyrannical aura that had been present in the main palace hall now gone from his face. The only thing left was grief. Gislason sighed, “Linley, where are you from?”
“From another plane.” Linley said.
“The Yulan Plane, right?” Gislason said casually.
Linley was startled. How did this Gislason know? Could it be that he had already investigated Linley’s background?
“Right.” Linley nodded.
