"Great Sage, this is the guest I was referring to."
The student stopped and pointed to Nolan, who was sitting in a chair.
When Orrun looked at him, a flash of surprise appeared on his face.
'A young man?'
He had expected an old man or at least a mature adult to arrive.
But unexpectedly, it was a young man—one who might not even be twenty yet.
"Go," he said, waving his hand.
The student let out a sigh of relief, bowed to Orrun, and then left the room.
Now, only Orrun and Nolan remained.
Orrun walked over and sat across from Nolan.
"Who are you? What is your purpose for coming here?" he asked bluntly, without beating around the bush.
He was a straightforward person, and small talk was not his forte.
Nolan smiled without showing the slightest trace of anger. Instead, he actually quite liked Orrun's straightforward nature.
