LOGIN"Carl, you come too." Cloudwalker turned his head to look at Carl.Immediately, Cloudwalker strode into the study, with Amelia and Carl following closely behind.After entering the study, Amelia turned around and gently closed the door.With a soft "click," the sounds from the living room and the birdsong outside the window were both shut out.The study was not large, but it was decorated in a classical style. The bookshelf against the wall was filled with ancient thread-bound books, and a faint scent of ink lingered in the air. Behind the desk hung a vigorous calligraphy piece reading "Tranquility Leads to Far-reaching Goals," personally written by Hamza a few years ago."Master Cloudwalker, please have a seat so we can talk." Amelia gestured invitingly.Cloudwalker nodded and sat in the middle, while Amelia and Carl took seats on either side."Amelia," Cloudwalker exhaled, "I won't hide anything from you. This Cultivation Summit is absolutely different from the past. If it were just
"Amelia, Alfonso, have some soup." Ruby gently placed the soup bowls on the coffee table, pushing one toward Alfonso and the other toward Amelia, her eyes curved in a smile. "I made this pigeon soup especially to nourish your vital essence. Alfonso, you just woke up and your body is still weak, so drink more. Amelia, you've been through so much and must be exhausted, so have some soup to recover. Drink it while it's hot."Amelia lowered her head to look. In the white porcelain bowl, the pigeon soup was rich and milky, with plump goji berries and rosy red dates floating on top. The rising steam carried an intense, savory aroma.She looked up at Ruby and spoke softly, "Ruby, you've worked hard.""No need to be so polite with me." Ruby smiled as she ruffled Amelia's hair. "After Alfonso fell unconscious, I called for doctors but nothing worked, so I called you. You're the one who's worked the hardest. If it weren't for your dedication, Alfonso wouldn't have woken u
A group of despicable people all targeted Ethereal Lumin Hold for its treasures, which is why they destroyed it without mercy."I know." Alfonso's voice grew heavy as he tightened his grip on Amelia's hand. "I've never forgotten what those hypocritical orthodox sects did to us."Amelia saw the hatred in his eyes, intertwining with her own. The corners of her mouth curled into a cold arc. "Talan, Azure Citadel Sect, Solaris Hold, Mistpeak Sect—every sect that participated in the siege of Ethereal Lumin Hold, I remember them all. They think that with our sect destroyed, they can rest easy. But they're wrong. As long as I live, I will make them pay.""I am the Princess of Great Abyssin, a disciple of Ethereal Lumin Hold, Amelia.""All this time, I've been searching for the remaining strongholds of their sects. I will break into each one, make them taste the agony of losing everything. Those who did this are gone, but their sects still exist. The debts of the ancestors will be repaid by th
Alfonso still kept his eyes tightly shut, showing not the slightest reaction.Could it be that the problem lies with his soul?Amelia stared intently at the silver needle; the silver needle indeed showed no reaction at all.Amelia did not give up and continued to insert the silver needle into other acupoints one after another.The silver needle pierced the skin and trembled slightly, but it never triggered any unusual aura.Tiny beads of sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, and the uneasiness in her heart grew heavier.Where exactly did things go wrong?If it's not a physical issue, nor the soul leaving the body, then why can't Alfonso wake up?She couldn't help but doubt her own medical skills. Had her abilities started to decline after the last battle?Or was it that someone had used an even more sinister spell on Alfonso, one so subtle that even her silver needle couldn't detect it?She let out a heavy sigh and removed all the silver needles from Alfonso's body.After finishing
He suddenly remembered that a couple of days ago, he had been in high spirits, thrilled at the prospect of controlling a small country for the first time in his life. To celebrate, he drank with a few of his subordinates, and after having too much, he inadvertently let the news slip.He never expected that this matter would actually reach the ears of Mystic Vale."N-no... it wasn't me..." Cade's lips trembled as he used the last of his strength to defend himself: "This has nothing to do with me, Lord Mystic Vale, you must believe me.""I don't care if it's you or your dog." Mystic Vale cut him off, his voice as cold as ancient ice: "Have you forgotten the rules of the Obsidian Gang?"A desperate whimper escaped Cade's throat, and he could no longer utter a single word.The first rule of the Obsidian Gang was that anyone who leaked the organization's secrets would die.And his subordinate, in order to earn some extra cash, had leaked the plan against the Cromwell Group to someone on the
Cade set down his wine glass, the mockery and nonchalance on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a deep sense of dread.He bent forward slightly, his voice dry as he spoke: "Lord Mystic Vale... why are you here?"The others quickly followed suit, bowing their heads and not daring to meet Mystic Vale's gaze. The council chamber, which had been filled with noise just moments before, was now so silent that a pin drop could be heard. Only the soft sound of Mystic Vale's fingers rolling his prayer beads echoed through the vast hall, piercingly sharp.Mystic Vale ignored Cade's question and slowly walked to the obsidian throne at the head of the room, taking a seat.His posture was casual, yet exuded an innate authority. He lifted his eyes, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present. That look was indifferent and cold, as if he were watching a group of clowns."Sit down." Mystic Vale's voice was extremely soft, yet carried a commanding force. "I heard everything you said just n







