As they moved toward the monster gate, the old master took this rare chance to speak privately with Fang. He wanted to peel back the layers of the mystery that was William.
He had already questioned almost everyone he met who seemed close to the young prodigy. The girls—Berry, Sara, Lara, Lina, Ro—had all sung his praises with a devotion that bordered on worship.
Even Becky, the most pragmatic of the bunch, spoke of him with high regard. Yet the old master could easily tell that most, if not all of them, held deep romantic affections for him. Their views were colored by their hearts.
As for the other faction leaders, they spoke of his brilliance, but they were relatively new to the upper echelon of the Fox Guild. They saw him as a legend, a figurehead. Fang, however, was different. He was experienced, battle-hardened, and seemed to possess enough grounded sense not show favorability based on fleeting emotions or rumours.
