A round formation about a few meters wide lit up on the ground all of a sudden. Countless runes floated up from the formation, and lines stretched out to form terrifying images. Then, a pale white flame ignited in the center. The flame brought about a terrifying aura. The flame serpent stared at the flame and felt like its soul was being lit ablaze. It turned around in shock, curling in on itself behind the Dragon's Altar as it trembled, not daring to show its head. At the same time, Angie's soul sensed the terrifying aura as well. She let out a cry of terror, losing all hope. Wilbur waved a hand, and Angie's soul drifted toward the formation. Just as it touched the pale flame, a high-pitched wail of agony rang through the air. The red ball of light that was Angie's soul turned in the flames as she wailed as if she had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil. Wilbur smirked coldly. "Have fun. I guess it was worth the spiritual energy to summon the Earthly Flame." "Ple
Wilbur smiled immediately and said, "Your scars are healed. Come on out." Faye let out a sigh of relief and walked toward Wilbur, looking at him. All the scarring on her face was gone, her skin tone looked better than before, and her skin was smoother too. She even looked a few years younger. Faye looked like a youthful girl in her twenties. Wilbur was amazed and muttered, "That old dragon really has all the solutions." Having recovered her beauty, Faye twirled around and said, "I can't believe it. I really recovered from all those scars and look younger than before!" Then, she suddenly kissed him on the face, bringing a huge grin to Wilbur's face. Eileen coughed wryly and asked, "Wilbur, do you have any more of that stuff?" He looked at her and smiled, saying, "No, but I'll get you one in the future if I have the opportunity to." "That's more like it," Eileen said approvingly. Wilbur returned a smile. It seemed that women never changed when it came to beauty regard
It was rude and inappropriate behavior for a driver to interrupt while their employer was conversing with their guest. It seemed a bit instigating. "Are you doubting me?" asked Wilbur coldly. Jean hurriedly said, "Santino, watch your tone." "Sir, I only wanted to remind Mister Penn that some things can't be resolved with brute force," Santino replied. Wilbur smirked and asked, "Oh yeah? Maybe it's because you're not skilled enough." Santino felt insulted. He glanced at him through the rearview mirror but did not say anything further. Jean said, "Mister Penn, Santino worked for my father since he was a young man. He's very close to my father. He's just being overly worried. Please don't mind him." "I understand how he feels, but he needs to remember that he has no right to doubt my capabilities," said Wilbur nonchalantly. Santino did not say anything, but it was apparent that he did not buy it. Jean frowned and said, "Sir, we're still dealing with my brothers at the
Wilbur shook his head. Santino looked at Wilbur with teary eyes. Jean instantly looked disappointed. He was afraid that there would be no solutions if the legendary Trevor Penn could not help his father. 'Perhaps Trevor Penn doesn't live up to his name?' Jean wondered. He felt bad to have given his family heirloom away. That was a precious item that his grandfather treasured his whole life. However, Wilbur slowly entered the father's mind with his spirit energy. Compared to Wilbur's own consciousness, which was as vast as the sea, Jean's father had a consciousness the size of a lake. Wilbur's spirit soon appeared next to Mister Zander's soul flame. The soul flame was the size of a bean, and it was unstable, seemingly ready to go out at any time. The soul flame was surrounded by gray runes that emitted gray mists. They kept eating away at the soul flame. Wilbur observed the runes carefully, then backed away with his consciousness after a long while. "I found the ca
Wilbur smiled faintly and said, "That won't be necessary yet. I can't resolve the curse, but I can stop it from spreading and extend your father's life." "What should we do?" Jean asked. Wilbur slowly replied, "We'll go along with it, and it'll be fine in the end. Don't worry too much." Jean slowly nodded when he heard that. Santino also stayed silent. "According to your analysis, that person might be hired by your brothers. Now, we have to find that person," said Wilbur. Jean asked, "How do we find that person?" "I'm sure that person is around your brothers. You should spread the rumor that your father has awakened and ask your brothers to discuss some matters at your father's house. I believe they'll show up very soon," Wilbur explained slowly. Jean frowned. He said after a while, "But my father is still unconscious. What should we do next?" "Just leave it to me," said Wilbur nonchalantly. Jean frowned and pondered for a long while. Eventually, he sighed and said,
"Stop crying, Mom. I have reasons that I can't tell you," Jean comforted. Yolanda shoved Jean aside. She cried and shook her head, saying, "I didn't expect this. I can't believe you're this ruthless! I'll tell your brothers to exile you from the family once they get here, you ungrateful brat." "I… Mom, it's not what you think." Jean felt troubled, but he had to keep it a secret from his mother if he wanted to find the person who placed the curse. He knew that his mother would not believe him once her mind was set. 'Why would she believe that her two favorite sons were the culprits behind my father's illness?' he pondered. She would surely tell his brothers about it. Once that happens, his brother would be prepared and cautious. That could ruin their plan. His brothers were the most suspicious. He did not know how to explain himself to his mother. Wilbur spoke slowly at that moment, "It's alright. Just wait until your brothers arrive. Have a seat." Jean was helpless.
Jean did not know how to answer him, so he nervously looked at Wilbur. Wilbur said slowly, "Relax and wait for your brother to arrive, so you can make things clear." Jean nodded. Jameson could not believe that he listened to Wilbur. There was a menacing glint in his eyes. "If you can't explain yourself when Jeffrey gets here, don't blame us for ending you," said Jameson coldly. Wilbur asked, "Is he a threat to you?" "What did you say?" Jameson squinted menacingly. Wilbur replied, "When you arrived, you didn't ask about your father's condition, but questioned your brother instead. It seems like you're quite sure your father won't be waking up." Jameson was taken aback for a moment, then quipped, "Nonsense! Where's my father?" "Finally thought of him? Let's check on your father together when your brother gets here," Wilbur responded. Jameson looked at Wilbur and asked, "Who the f*ck are you to interfere with our family business?" "I hired Mister Penn, so please rela
"Bullshit! How can a curse like that exist? Who would place a curse like that?" she yelled angrily. Wilbur replied nonchalantly, "Who would benefit the most if Jace Zander dies? They would be the biggest suspects." Wilbur looked at Jameson and Jeffrey. She stood abruptly before they could speak. She pointed at Wilbur with a trembling finger and asked furiously, "Who the hell are you to defame my sons? Guards, break his legs and throw him in the gutter!" Two muscular men at the door entered the room and glared at Wilbur. Jean said, "Calm down, Mom. Please let him finish, alright?" "What for? I think you're the one behind this! You don't deserve to be a part of the Zanders. Get out! You're not my son!" she yelled angrily. Wilbur silently sighed. If a parent could not treat children equally, it would lead to disastrous problems in a family. Such problems would not surface under normal circumstances. However, the problems would spiral out of control when something chang