"Trent Marsh, right?" The pilot's tone was very calm. "Strictly speaking, I indeed don't rank as high as you. Seeing you, I should rightly call you Third Brother. But, that was in the past."
"Third Brother, you know, the world has changed. The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance you once dominated has turned to dust. You've been imprisoned in the God Realm for thousands of years, and now the world no longer remembers the glory you once had as Trent Marsh."
"Even those statues have been dismantled and turned into the site of the temple. And you have no idea, your greatest enemy isn't Julius Reed, but the temple, the things inside the temple."
The pilot skillfully piloted the plane, but instead of flying toward Gonzalez City, he kept circling ten kilometers away from it.
"Don't worry, the fuel is sufficient. Even if we talk for three hours, there's no problem."
Upon hearing these words, Trent Marsh began to ponder who exactly this guy was.
