At the Puppet Dungeon’s teleportation portal in the depth of the mine, surprisingly, there was an old man half-lying on a stone stool, staring at them calmly.

This feeling was bizarre.

Alex looked around and did not sense anything with life’s aura. He did not even have a teacup and just placed a stone stool in this messy ore pile, sitting on it.

He seemed to be waiting for their arrival specifically.

“Old man, who are you? Why are you here?” A woman with a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth asked as she went forward.

The old man rolled his eyes and did not answer.

Just then, the Phaseless Dweller suddenly wielded his long sword and slashed at the old man without warning.

Clank!

Mask next to Alex abruptly stepped in and blocked the Phaseless Dweller’s blade.

What he used was an emerald flute.

The material used to make it was unknown, but it was invulnerable to blades. The Phaseless Dweller’s sword could not even make a mark on the flute.

The Phaseless Dweller was infuriat