Nois left the palace in a daze, not bothering to erect a protective shield, allowing the biting cold of the high-altitude Gang Wind to assault his face.
"Only a Supreme Councilman can contend with a true Divine..."
He understood his grandfather's meaning.
Indeed, the true core battleground of this war with the Divine was never within Neustadt City, nor was it located in the mind games he played with the Divine spies... it was solely between the Supreme Councilmen and the Divine.
To the Supreme Councilmen who had lived for thousands of years, ordinary people and low-rank wizards were nothing more than weeds that would grow back the next year after being burned.
Drifting through the clouds for a moment, Nois quickly returned to Neustadt City.
He hovered in mid-air, quietly staring at the city shrouded in the night below.
Perhaps it was the cold wind that stiffened his features, but the bewilderment on Nois's face slowly turned into a stone-like hardness.