Prelude

As all Mercenary group squadrons filled in the teleportation portals, the City Lord and the black robe Mage stayed rooted in their spots. 

The black robe Mage looked on indifferently down at New Branch City.

But the City Lord's eyes appeared to be specifically searching for something in the dwindling crowds of people. 

After only several seconds, the City Lord and the black robe Mage were soon left alone. 

The City Lord still had his gaze lingering on the ground.

As he didn't specifically find what he was looking for, several questions began entering the City Lord's mind. He turned his gaze over to the black robe Mage, asking him, 

"Try as I might, I oddly couldn't sense any of those Ice Nine Tail sect youths. Have you had any luck sensing them?"

The black robe Mage indifferent eyes had finally perked up. Though it appeared as he wasn't looking, he had his Magical Sense locked on the Mercenaries squadron groups the entire time.