Basel was stunned.
During the overnight conversation, he had forgotten his original purpose, engrossed in the exchanges between friends.
At this moment, Elder Salas snapped him out of the conversation.
When Basel came to his senses, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"It's…"
Basel murmured hesitantly.
Elder Salas smiled kindly.
After Basel had fully recovered, Elder Salas, his lips quivering with age said,
"After you last departed, I made a prophecy. The prophecy said that you would come to see me tonight."
Basel looked at Elder Salas in surprise; he hadn't expected the power of prophecy to be so precise.
"I'm sorry… Elder Salas."
Basel expressed apologetically.
A gust of cold wind struck. Elder Salas's body trembled slightly within it, puffing out his chest as he coughed loudly as if he was about to cough up his lungs.
Basel watched Elder Salas anxiously.
"It's nothing... just old age. Let's get back to the prophecy."