Even The Undead Are Afraid Of Their Losing Jobs

'Who would have awakened a ten-year-old child?'

This was no different from delivering a severe blow to someone whose brain was not fully developed yet!

"Did your dad awaken you?" Mo Fan frowned. He was furious. This would destroy a child's road to magic in the future!

If that happened, Xiao Tai basically could never become an Intermediate Mage. He would lack a solid mind foundation. His soul might have already been damaged. 

Xiao Tai shook his head. He was about to say something when he turned and stared outside the Ancient City gate. There was a road outside the gate. It looked more like a rough path with tyre tracks than a road. A figure slowly approached the Ancient City gate. 

"My dad has come." Xiao Tai's eyes lit up.

The man walked to them. He wore a conical hat made of straw so they could not see his face. The man's clothes were disheveled, as if he had just been looted. 

Xiao Tai did not go up to him. He waited by the gate.