Full moon night.
In the dwelling of a low-ranking Insect Master, Fanta arrived with a sour face, stood outside, and began questioning those inside.
"What's a low-ranking Insect Master like you looking for a high-ranking Insect Master for?"
"Of course, it's something beneficial to the Black God Society. I want to introduce someone to you, a fellow disciple of mine—also a pupil of Randall's. He should be arriving in this area soon," Locke said as he stepped out from within.
"Who?"
"Mieyan."
"An apprentice?" Fanta sneered with contempt; he clearly knew Randall quite well.
"No, he recently became an official sorcerer. The Meditation Method he practices is also the Black Beard Chapter. I can bring him here," Locke finally revealed his intention.
"Don't bother. People like you, obstinate to the core, won't leave Black God Abyss until you become a high-ranking Insect Master," Fanta scoffed upon hearing Locke's words.