Lin Li remembered who the middle-aged man was at once.
The man before them was the one in charge of matching students to their respective mentors in the guild hall the day before. Since then, he already seemed familiar to Lin Li, although Lin Li still could not make out where exactly he first met him.
He walked out from the thick growth, eyes fixed in a deadly glance as he looked at Lin Li.
"You are Felic?" he asked.
A sense of superiority could be sensed from that hoarse voice as though it was an interrogation.
Despite feeling indignant, Lin Li repressed his anger. Then, he replied politely, "Yes, mister." The man was still a mentor after all!
He nodded his head, and did not continue further. Yet, his harsh gaze intensified.