After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 995

Chapter 995

Sylvia woke up at dawn.

She sat on the bed in a daze for a while before starting her morning routine.

It was only 5:30 AM when she checked the time. She changed into sportswear, ready for a morning run.

Life at the Hipps family estate was peaceful, but she always felt an emptiness inside, especially without Franklin. It was as if there was a gaping hole in her heart, letting the wind blow through painfully.

The pain was so intense that she almost wanted to dig out her heart to see if it would stop hurting.

Sylvia left the estate, which was nestled halfway up a scenic mountain. She ran down the path, listening to the sound of her shoes against the ground and feeling the sweat gradually bead on her forehead and trickle down her back.

Sometimes she looked up at the fading stars, other times at the last city lights below. The cool morning breeze brushed past her ears as the sun slowly rose over the horizon.

As the golden rays illuminated the world, Sylvia stopped to gaze at the rising sun.

The sun rose every day, and life went on.

Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound by the roadside.

She paused, thinking it might be a small animal. Just as she was about to continue running, she heard faint breathing.

She stopped again and listened carefully. It was indeed breathing.

"Cough, cough-"

A violent coughing sound came from a ditch by the road.

Sylvia was sure someone was there!

In the early morning, the estate's road was empty except for her. Who else would be up so early?

She was about to leave when she heard a voice, "Child, come here. Our meeting is destined by fate. I've been waiting on this road for half a month... finally, I've met you."

Sylvia was stunned. Was this person talking to her?

Or to someone else?

She didn't know him. As she hesitated, the voice spoke again, "Don't just stand there, come quickly. It's just you and me here. My time is almost up; this might be our first and last meeting."

Sylvia was now almost certain he was talking to her.

She squinted slightly and walked towards the ditch, which was overgrown with tall wild grass. As she walked, she asked, "Are you talking to me? We don't even know each other..."

"It doesn't matter. The bond between people isn't determined by time. Some people leave an unforgettable impression even after one meeting." The person said before starting to cough violently again.

By now, Sylvia had climbed into the ditch and pushed aside the wild grass to approach him.

She saw an elderly man with long white hair, dressed in tattered robes that resembled a Taoist robe.

His long white beard hung down his chest, making him quite striking.

In modern society, few elderly men kept such long beards.

The old man was slumped against a rock, looking weak and frail.

Sylvia had no doubt that without the rock, he would collapse.

Despite his sickly appearance, his weathered eyes were bright and focused on Sylvia. "You came? Child."

Sylvia looked at the strange old man in confusion. "Why are you here alone? Are you sick? Do you need me to take you to a hospital?"

The old man shook his head and smiled weakly. "Child, become my disciple! I'll teach you everything I've learned in my life; it will fulfill my wish."

"Disciple?" Sylvia found his words odd. "What can I learn from you?"

"My name is Newman, head of the Sackcloth Sect. Our sect always has only one successor. I... I'm dying." The old man grasped Sylvia's hand with all his strength. "I have a manual for you. And all my knowledge of spells and formations will be passed on to you."

He pulled out an old, yellowed book from his tattered robes and handed it to Sylvia. "Child, this is our sect's legacy; it's all yours now."

Sylvia found it strange. "The world is vast and full of wonders. But why give it to me?"

"I've been here for half a month because I calculated that my successor would appear here soon. So I waited." The old man smiled, his wrinkled face relaxing. "It's you! You have great fortune and talent; you're a rare genius. Whatever you do will yield twice the result with half the effort."

"Thank heavens! I've found such an ideal disciple."

He studied Sylvia's face as he spoke. "Unfortunately, your ties with your parents and siblings are weak. You have a sister... cough... cough! Your love life will be full of twists and turns. Marriage will also be difficult..."

He coughed again before looking up at Sylvia. "You still don't believe me, do you?"

"I don't understand face reading or calculations." Sylvia had been educated in materialism for over twenty years; how could she believe in such things?

Especially things like feng shui and formations-they sounded strange and mystical.

She even thought the old man might be delusional in his final moments.

But his expression seemed sincere.

For a moment, she couldn't decide whether to believe him or not.