The door is open.

This quaint and mysterious gate, after being completely opened, has been completely opened, and it is not as old as it should be.

His teacher, Yevre, gestured to him again, then bowed his head slightly, and walked towards the gate.

Lekwal didn't dare to look up, lowered his head slightly, and followed.

With Mr. Lekwaler's respectful attitude, Lekwahler could vaguely feel that there might be a big secret inside this gate that he had never heard of.

Entering the gate, I walked dozens of steps inside.

Then, his teacher stopped.

And he stopped.

It's just that at this time, he still hung his head and didn't dare to slack off.

Because, just as he was curious and wanted to raise his head and observe his surroundings, a soul as deep as the abyssal sea enveloped him.

The heavy, condensed, vast, boundless soul weighed heavily on his body, unable to move.

However, that feeling was fleeting.

But he can be sure that it is not an illusion, it is a real existence.

The sudden pressure of his soul caught Lekvaler off guard, and he almost couldn't stand.

Perhaps, it was a hint of warning, or temptation, from the presence of this forbidden place, this mysterious hall.

But there is no doubt that Lakewahler was frightened, or rather frightened.

In this magic array that could bind his soul perception in his body and could not leave his body, someone could ignore this rule and brazenly reach his soul to him.

How terrible, how horrible it is.

Even that mysterious being, because he has the control of this magic array, can ignore this rule. But the soul that flashed away in him, the strength of the soul that was so strong that it made him feel terrified and powerless, could not be concealed.

Ever since he stepped into the soul level, he had never felt such a time when he was almost irresistible.

I thought that he was standing at the apex of the Agra continent, and there was nothing to threaten his existence except for those few Jedi who did not dare to approach at will.

Even his teacher, Yevre, listened to him only to maintain respect for him and to thank him for his teaching. In terms of strength, even if you can't win, it's not difficult to get out.

While Lakewahler was still thinking nonsense, his teacher finally spoke.

"Your Excellency, he's Lakewaller...... My students. The voice was extremely respectful.

"Hmm!"

A voice that seemed old, hollow, and distant came.

Immerse the soul.

Hearing the conversation between the two men, Lekwahler cautiously lifted his head slightly and looked ahead.

Passing his teacher, he looked at the mysterious presence sitting on the throne above the main hall.

Dilapidated, shabby, decayed.

This was the first thing Lekwaller felt when he saw that being.

It was a departure from what he had imagined to be noble-looking, powerful, and dressed in top-notch magical equipment. And there is a big difference, it is simply a contrast between the two extremes.

On his head, he wore a shabby hat with a black concave flatten.

The face seems to be stained with ink, and it is difficult to see clearly.

He was dressed like a beggar, and he was dressed in a sackcloth robe with rags and holes.

On the feet, maybe wearing shoes, but the distance is too far to see very clearly.

The only thing that is certain is that he is tall, tall.

Maybe more than three meters tall. Maybe a little higher.

Because it's sitting, it's all guesswork.

His hands and feet were hidden under the ragged garment, and it was impossible to tell if he was carrying precious magical equipment. But judging by the appearance, Lakewahler is not very optimistic.

"Lekwaler, don't meet your lord yet. His teacher Yevre reminded.

"Uh! yes. Lekvaler, who came to his senses, quickly bowed deeply and said, "Lekvaler has seen your lord." ”

"Hmm!" was still just one word, but the word went down to the soul.

Lekwale glanced cautiously at his teacher, Yevre.

He didn't know who the sitting person was, what kind of existence he was, and he didn't know what his teacher had brought him here for today.

So, he needs a little hint. A hint that would improve the current disparate atmosphere.

Even though the being seated didn't speak, Lakewahler could still feel a suffocating pressure weighing heavily on him.

He needed to untie and relieve himself.

Seeing his student Lekwale signaling to him, Dean Yevre smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Lekval, I remember I asked you, why is the dean of my Graak Academy not like other academies on the Agra continent, where a Saint-Rank or Sixth-level powerhouse is chosen, but a Soul-level powerhouse?"

"Because our Greyac Academy is the strongest academy in the world today, naturally we can't use the powerhouses of the Holy Rank like other academies. Only the powerhouses of the soul level can represent the Greyac Academy. ”

"Hehe! That's a good point. "The one who sat on the top of the great hall spoke.

"However, there is more to it than that. That's why a dignified soul level existence would give up cultivation and be willing to manage an academy? If it were you, would you be willing?"

Lekwahler thought to himself for a moment, and instead of answering, he glanced at his teacher and asked the being, "Why?"

"Because, I told them a fact. ...... A brutal truth!" said the man sitting on the top of the main hall, as if sighing.

"What fact?" At this moment, Lekwal suddenly wanted to know what kind of fact could make a dignified soul-level powerhouse give up seeking a higher breakthrough, give up enjoying the prosperity of the world, and be willing to do his best to manage an academy.

As a student of Dean Yèvre, he naturally knew how his teachers worked tirelessly and dedicatedly for the Greyac Academy.

At this time, his teacher Yevre looked at him, and instead of answering his question, he asked rhetorically: "Lekwale, do you know why I brought you here today? You...... Would you like to?"

"Teacher, this is ......" Lecwahler was momentarily stunned, and he didn't know how to answer his teacher.

"If you want, then you can know what that cruel truth is?" said Lekwaler, his teacher, Yevre, in a deep voice, seeing the hesitant Lekwale.

"Teacher, you know, I still have more than a hundred years to live, and I still want to go again"

Before Lekwal could finish speaking, the being sitting on it interrupted him: "If it weren't for the fact that you have only broken through the soul level for a short time, and there are still more than a hundred years to go, even if your teacher recommended you, I would not agree." ”

"I know that compared to the soul level of nearly three hundred years old, as a genius, you are still very young, and you know what you are thinking. But, trust me, after you hear that brutal truth, you won't think about it anymore. ”

Lequewaler didn't know what connection there was between Greak House and that person, and why the appointment of the dean required his consent. But that man's words still aroused Lequevaler's serious curiosity.

"What is it?"

"You promised?"

"I... I promise. ”

"Okay, then let your teacher tell you!"