A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6135

Night in Sky Dragon Valley grew so still one could hear the wind whisper through the leaves.

The sky was dark as spilled ink, as though brushed across the heavens, and even the stars, cowed by the valley's aura, showed only the faintest glow.

A full moon, round as a jade plate, hung high and poured down silver light that wrapped the whole valley in softness.

That moonlight carried a mild luster, intertwining with the rolling bands of golden draconic energy above the valley.

The energy knit itself into countless slim gold-dragon phantoms that circled mid-air, sometimes diving, sometimes soaring.

Their scales flashed under the moon, and the thin, dignified roars they let out sounded as if they were guarding the secret realm.

Jared sat cross-legged on a high cliff.

Mist drifted at the rim; a bottomless gorge yawned below, yet he remained as steady as stone, spine straight, eyes closed, breath long and even.

He wore a simple golden robe sewn from dragon-scale brocade the clan had prepared; dark patterns flowed across the cloth, echoing the light that cycled around him.

Golden radiance pulsed over him without conscious effort, rising and falling like breath itself.

With each pulse his presence grew denser, and the nearby spiritual energy surged.

Compared to three days earlier when he first entered the valley, that presence had multiplied several times over.

Though his cultivation still rested at the peak of High Immortal Realm Level Three with no hint of breakthrough, he knew his strength already stood far beyond others of the same stage.

Even so, during these days he had not rushed into secluded training to assault the fourth level.

He was waiting—waiting for two people of vital importance.

One was Vivian; he waited for her wounds to mend.

She had staggered into the valley battered and breathless, aura in chaos, meridians badly torn.

Without the clan's miraculous healing pills and the strand of Golden Dragon Aura he had sent into her heart, her life would likely have slipped away.

He was also waiting for word of Luther and Grace.

Those two had scattered to who-knew-where.

Jared's brow tightened by a hair; the motion was almost invisible.

Luther had unmatched experience, and Grace's mind was always precise; reason said the pair together could meet most troubles head-on.

The tightening passed quickly; he let no impulse drive him into rashness.

The golden radiance around him paused, then settled back into its steady rhythm, and with it his mind smoothed once more.

At that very moment, a soft, unhurried set of footsteps drifted up behind him.

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