Two days later, near the vicinity of the small-world secret realm close to Ironblood City.
Alan used a branch he picked up from the ground as a makeshift sword to slash through the dense thickets ahead.
The black-robed woman, who had briefly awakened from her slumber, couldn't help but tease, "So, in the end, you still couldn't bring yourself to deal with her."
"Is it because she was the first woman to give herself to you?"
Alan's slashing came to an abrupt halt. He coughed awkwardly. "Are we really still stuck on that topic?"
"Mercy toward your enemies is cruelty toward yourself," the black-robed woman snorted coldly. "You didn't finish her off when she was at her weakest. One day, she'll become a troublesome threat."
"When that day comes, I'll be curious to see how you deal with it."
Alan let out a heavy sigh. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I've already returned here like you asked. Now, where's the Stone of Sage?"
