A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6182

Before long, the two of them arrived in front of a hidden chamber deep inside the Celestial Palace.

The hidden chamber sat inside a separate courtyard. Strange flowers and rare plants filled the area on all sides, spilling over with life. It looked quiet and peaceful, yet the stillness in the place carried something off about it.

The door to the hidden chamber was covered in warding sigils. It was obvious something extremely important was kept inside—or else this was where they handled dealings that weren't meant for outside eyes.

Elder Cillian stopped, turned to Jared, and said, "Please wait here a moment, Mr. Chance. I'll go invite the Hall Master. Once he hears you possess the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, he'll definitely come out to meet you in person."

Jared nodded. "Much appreciated."

Elder Cillian turned and left in a rush. His steps came fast, as if he was afraid Jared might disappear if he took too long.

Jared stood at the entrance to the hidden chamber and swept his gaze over the area around him.

Then his spirit sense slipped out without a sound and seeped into the hidden chamber.

The space inside wasn't large, and the furnishings were simple. There was only a stone table and two stone chairs.

But beneath the stone table, a small Spiritual Energy Convergence Array had been hidden away, continuously drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

And in one corner of the room, several jade vials had been set out, each one holding healing elixirs.

So this was where they planned to sit down with him and talk terms.

A faint sneer touched Jared's mouth.

A short while later, the door to the hidden chamber was pushed open.

An old man with a full head of white hair walked in.

He wore a plain white robe in an old style, without a single extra ornament on it. Everything about him was understated.

But his face was lean, and his eyes ran deep, as if entire stars and seas were hidden inside them.

His aura was completely drawn in, giving him a depth no one could easily test, like an ancient well no one could see the bottom of.

His cultivation had already reached the peak of True Immortal Realm Level Two. He was only one step away from stepping into True Immortal Realm Level Three.

This man was the Lord of the Basilica—Alaric Vale.

In the Luminous Sanctuary, Alaric Vale's name stood for authority and power. He was second only to the Basilica Lord.

Alaric Vale walked up to Jared and let his gaze settle on him. A strange light flickered through his eyes.

That look held admiration. It held wonder too. But more than anything, it burned with a feverish hunger that was hard to hide, like a starving wolf that had just spotted a fat sheep.

"The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline..." he murmured, and there was a rough note of wonder in his voice. "I never thought I'd live long enough to see a bloodline like this with my own eyes."

Alaric smiled faintly. His tone stayed warm and easy, nothing like the kind of man who controlled a massive force with one hand.

"Jared, please, sit."

Jared took the guest seat. He sat with calm ease, not the least bit stiff, as if this were his place instead of theirs.

Alaric sat down across from him. His eyes still rested on Jared, full of open appreciation, as if he were staring at some priceless treasure and worrying it might suddenly grow wings and fly away.

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