"Rion, call Lilura again," Silas said once more, still floating in the air.
"Hello," the cheerful voice came from the other side.
"Why didn't you pick up earlier?" Silas asked, already descending.
"Michael asked me to stay quiet no matter what, so I didn't have a choice," Lilura's gentle voice came from the other side.
"Ohh," Silas nodded in understanding. "So, how is it going?"
"He found clues already, but won't say anything until he meets you," Lilura said.
Silas smiled. "Okay, return. That's enough for today."
"Yes."
The call hung up and Silas looked to the side, at Miller and Billie.
There was the hostage, still rooted in the position he had been held.
In his hand was a walking stick which he used to balance himself.
He walked to the trio and bowed.
"Thank you for saving me," he said.
A normal person would have been scared, but in a world where cultivators roamed, everyone had been trained to get accustomed to death and blood.
They nodded.
