Do not worry.

My mentor is dedicated solely to his research.

He is rather disheveled and unconcerned with trivial matters.

The woman reassured, seemingly attuned to Bayu's trepidation.

It became clear that the woman had surmised Bayu's status as not being a registered magician within the association, especially given the rarity of easterners in Andy Shinghao and the unique presence of a female magician like Bayou, which undoubtedly piqued her interest.

However, what relevance does this hold for her? Such matters ought to concern the prominent figures.

while she is merely a humble apprentice.

Scarcely worthy of the attention even from her own mentor.

This poses a dilemma.

Ultimately, Bayou chose to acquies for son Shia Sha had very little time remaining.

I kindly asked for your patience a while longer as he is not in the shop and I must personally summon him.

With that, the woman turned and exited the room.

Once her companion had departed, Bayou seated herself at the bedside, placing her hand upon Son Xiao Xiao<unk>s chest.

The heartbeat was now faint, her complexion as pale as parchment, and her physical condition was dreadfully poor.

Bayou sighed in exasperation.

Her knowledge was limited to the destruction of souls, leaving her utterly incapable of mending them.

Chapter 260.

The previous lord of the undead.

Bayou had been waiting in the room for approximately half an hour when the door creaked open once more.

It was the same woman who had entered.

Yet she paused at the threshold, hesitating to step inside.

Master, it is right here.

Bayou stood up, casting her gaze towards the entrance.

In the next moment, an unckempt, disheveled old man with a beard entered the room.

He appeared frail and innocuous.

Yet Bayou could unmistakably sense the formidable power emanating from him.

He did not acknowledge Bayou.

Upon entering, his eyes were fixed on Sun Sha Sha, ignoring Bayou entirely as he approached the bedside.

Bayou silently observed from behind, hoping fervently that he could heal Sun Sha Sha.

The mage exhibited moments of confusion, followed by a furrowed brow.

His magic was far more profound than that of the female apprentice.

However, as Bayu glanced at Son Sha Sha as pallet face, she discerned no signs of improvement.

Anxiety began to swell within her.

If even this mage could not alleviate her condition, it was likely that Sun Sha Sha was beyond salvation.

If I'm not mistaken, her injuries must have been inflicted by an angel.

A sudden voice resonated from behind.

Startled by you turned swiftly, and both she and her master pivoted to face the entrance.

Master Mus, what brings you here? The woman addressed the middle-aged man, referred to as Mogus, with utmost respect, while her mentor regarded him with evident perplexity, unclear about his purpose for being there.

By heart raced, this man exuded an immense power, surpassing that of the previous healer as she braced herself to flee if necessary.

I have come to take a look.

Moa stepped further into the room, his gaze now resting on by you, young one.

There is no need for trepidation.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Mogus, the vice president of the mage association in Thunder City in the Andis holy state.

You remind me of a dear friend from my past.

Mogus dawn a robe that clung to his figure, reaching down to his knees, appearing simple and unassuming with a metal pin to his chest.

All while smiling warmly at Bayou, uncertain of how to respond, Bayou feared that any deception would be easily discerned.

Despite Mogus s as amiable demeanor, she remained vigilant.

Mogus, seemingly unconcerned, shifted his focus to the ailing son Shia Sha.

Yegan, the wounds she bears or soul injuries inflicted by an angel.

Life magic cannot mend such afflictions.

The mage known as Yegan, the woman s mentor, comprehended the gravity of Mogus s words.

An angel I see now.

I apologize for my impotence.

Yegan s expression transformed to one of realization accompanied by sincere regret directed towards Bayou.

Can you assist in saving her? Bayou implored her gaze pleading towards Mogus convinced that his acute insight into son Sha Sha as plight signified he possessed a remedy.

Who is she to you? Mogus retorted refraining from answering by you directly.

A friend by you replied.

For the sake of a friend, you dare to venture in a thunder city? Do you not understand that if discovered given your abilities, it would spell certain doom? Morgus cast a glance at Bayou, a single utterance revealing an abundance of information.

He was aware of her identity.

Bayou was taken aback, rendered speechless, unsure of how to respond.

Meanwhile, Yegan displayed an expression of indifference, while the woman regarded Bayou as a traitorous sorceress.

I could give a try, but do not harbor excessive hope.

After all, she ought to have perished long ago.

and her survival until now is nothing short of a miracle.

Egan and the woman stepped aside as Morgus approached the bedside instead of commencing treatment immediately.

He first assessed Son Xiaos Xiao's physical condition, having merely conducted a visual inspection earlier.

Regardless, having someone capable of aiding him was advantageous.

Perhaps he had simply mistaken her for another.

Yet, before Morgus could initiate treatment, he rose to his feet.

You two should step outside, he instructed, addressing the two individuals from a clinic.

Once they exited the room, Morgus waved his hand, conjuring a barrier that isolated the entire space.

Regrettably, your friend has little time left.

Even I am powerless in this situation.

Perhaps only a deity could save her," Morgus lamented.

Bayou remained silent as Morgus turned his gaze toward her.

A gust of wind swept through, dislodging her hood and allowing her white hair to cascade down her cheeks, enabling Morgus to fully perceive her visage.

Bayou looked at Morgus with a puzzled expression, their eyes locking.

Suddenly, she sensed a surge of energy, her eyes instantaneously radiating a blue and a red light.

Indeed, you are the new lord of the undead.

Morgus remarked with an air of certainty.

That is correct.

Bayou acknowledged candidly.

From the moment she discerned that he could see through her disguise, she realized that if he intended to strike against her, escape would be an impossibility.

Are you not curious how I discerned your identity? Morgus inquired, surprised to find by you, who had initially appeared flustered upon encountering him.

now composed.

The old acquaintance you refer to must be the previous lord of the undead.

That is not difficult to surmise.

Indeed, I was familiar with the previous lord of the undead.

We were old friends, having known each other since our days as royals.

He once bestowed a favor upon me and prophesied that one day a new lord of the undead would arise, guiding me to find assistance.

Subsequently, he vanished.

He was my soul companion.

How could I refuse such a trivial request? Morgus mused, seemingly lost in reminiscence.

Bayou soon comprehended that the barrier was merely a means for him to share these revelations, divulging certain secrets to her.

"How did you uncover my identity?" she inquired.

"Your aura bears a resemblance to his.

It is a sensation I have only sensed in you throughout the years, indicating that you both share a common origin, thus confirming your role as the new lord of the undead.

" Morgus sighed at this juncture.

He once stated that your emergence signifies his demise or departure from this world.