Shortly after Albion and Fenriri left the city lord's office, a middle-aged male servant entered and bowed to City Lord Baschmi.
"Would you like this servant to continue keeping an eye on them, my Lord?" the middle-aged male servant asked.
City Lord Baschmi silently glanced outside the glass window of his high office with a thoughtful look, not in a hurry to answer the male servant.
After some time, City Lord Baschmi asked, "What do you think of the young man called Albion, Steward? Can you guess his strength?"
"No, my lord," Steward shook his head.
"But no matter what his strength is, it cannot be greater than yours, my lord. Even back in the Azure Dragon Star Realm, there were not many cultivators that can rival your strength, let alone surpass it."