James turned his head and saw a striking man in a black robe with long, flowing hair racing toward him with a flying sword.

The man had thick eyebrows and sharp, upturned eyes, exuding a remarkable aura. His exquisite facial features were as if they were chiseled by a master sculptor, capable of captivating every woman who laid eyes on him. His upright and powerful physique added to his extraordinary and commanding presence.

James recognized the man’s face but felt slightly unfamiliar, as if it were someone he had not seen for eons.

After recovering from the shock, James blurted out, “Mr. Yianni?”

The handsome man placed his hands behind his back and responded smilingly, “Time sure does fly. I’m already of so much seniority in the current era.”

James was overjoyed and immediately dropped to his knees with a thud, paying his respect to Yianni. “Master!”

Yianni raised an eyebrow, surprised by the greeting.

Morgott also approached, intrigued by James’ actions. “Who’s this man, Jame