Bab 427: Powerful Return

As far as the Sacred Martial Hall martial artists, who were practicing martial dao in seclusion, were concerned, these two months were like a snap of a finger.

Sakra didn't have the time to lament how quickly time flies. He returned to his original office, sat down on the sofa where Ferrero used to sit back in the day, and calmly gazed at Ferrero behind the desk, who had his eyes closed; he seemed to be cultivating martial dao.

One minute, ten minutes, an hour...three hours...five hours...

Ferrero could no longer continue to pretend to be in lonesome cultivation. He opened his long eyes and looked purposefully at Sakra Azia with some doubt. "Oh? Sakra, how come you had the time to come here?"

...

Sakra stared at Ferrero silently, his face saying, "Why are you asking when you know all about it?"

Ferrero was well aware of why Sakra was here; there was only one thing that could force him to come here and not utter a single word.