Six hours later, Sean quietly walked along the corridors of a manor, holding onto a thick stack of books.
It had only been a mere 6 hours, but a large part of the the Radiant Cult had already been cleared. However, the person behind all these merely sat in the manor, not even taking a single step out of the door. This made Sean feel at a loss.
In the past, he had been the rising star of the Horned Frogs Valley, a genius everyone had held great expectations of.
And it was only today that he understood what kind of existence a true expert was.
A single movement, a single gaze, a single word, a single command, would cause several thousands of people to lose their lives, several tens of thousands of people to become as silent as a cicada in the winter, and several hundreds of thousands of people to have their lives changed completely.
As these thoughts ran through Sean's mind, he had already arrived at the door and asked, "Sir, are you in?"
