The only person he could spar with was Shelvin, but he’d gone missing after showing up at the hotel for a short time, and no one had seen him since. Darius didn’t expect the problem that had been plaguing him to be resolved like this suddenly, and he looked at the man in black robes.

Meditation was long-term, and he wanted to have someone around to meditate with him. Now, it would be best if he could somehow make this man stay.

The man’s hair stood on end at the way Darius was looking at him. A wave of fear washed over him, and he subconsciously took a step back. Then, he frowned. He’d never felt this way—it was as if a venomous snake locked its eyes on him.

He took a deep breath, then held his hands up and said, “I know you’re an enlightened martial artist, thanks to the hints my fellow apprentice left for me before his death.”

Darius placed his hands behind his back and looked at him in confusion because of how the man was talking to him like they were strangers. Hadn’t they alrea