"Let go of me!" Mason shouted as he struggled furiously.
Yet, how could he surpass the almighty Master of Blacksmith in physical strength? Lin Li had been accumulating his strength over the years by hammering on metals. Not to mention a Mage like Mason, a Warrior would not have escaped the grasp of Lin Li.
"Forget it, Brother Mason. You'd…" Just when Lin Li wanted to persuade him, his thoughts were interrupted by a group of men in black robes entering the guild hall in the distance. There were about 10 people in that group, and their leader, a dignified man in his mid-40s, had a magic staff in his hand.
This man looks familiar… thought Lin Li, though he could not remember where he first met him.
While he was still pondering over his identity, the leader had already reached the middle of the guild hall.