The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6021

At that moment, inside Grace Pavilion.

Jared stood by the window, his gaze seeming to pierce layer after layer of buildings until it rested on the celestial envoy being treated like the moon among stars.

He had coaxed Rania into the adjoining quiet room, claiming he needed absolute silence to test a Tranquil Heart Formation.

Outside, the sentries were indeed looser than the last two days; the intervals between patrols had lengthened, just as his careful watching had suggested.

The narrow back paths leading toward the treasury district lay almost deserted.

"A celestial envoy… sixth-grade upper immortal…" he murmured.

Jared muttered under his breath, a cold gleam forming in his eyes.

This was a chance—contact the celestials, pull information, maybe even track down the Soul-Refining Crystal.

Julian, that sly fox, had loosened the watch on purpose; the intention was obvious—borrow a knife, test the depths.

Fine, he would play along.

His shape blurred and slid into the nearest shadow, slipping out of Grace Pavilion without a sound.

He did not sprint for the treasury; like a patient hunter he flowed along the relaxed routes, using his grasp of the Manor formation array and the masking nature of chaotic force to evade every watcher.

The treasury restricted zone usually bristled with guards.

Tonight, most eyes were glued to the treasury’s front gate where the tribute was being tallied.

Jared surfaced like a wraith at a secluded rear corner of the treasury halls.

A small, hidden door used for emergency transfers sat there, layered in complex seals.

With Quentin’s fragmentary memories and his own chaotic force, the barrier was hardly a wall.

Gray light pulsed at his fingertip, probing the node until the array went numb and docile.

The door sighed open a finger’s width.

Inside, lamps burned bright.

Julian himself stood beside Mr. Clive, guiding him through glittering heaps of spirit crystals, herbs, and ore.

Several celestial guards fanned out, watchful.

Jared pressed into the seam between light and shadow, shrinking his presence, eyes darting over the chamber.

The mundane tribute meant nothing to him; he wanted the Soul-Refining Crystal.

Quentin’s memories, plus tidbits coaxed from Rania, placed the crystal deep inside, locked within the Profound Ice Chamber warded by Julian himself.

Gliding between towering shelves and hillocks of cargo, he slipped past a roving steward and headed for that spot.

The air grew noticeably colder.

A massive black-iron door carved with frost runes loomed ahead, rippling with chill light.

The Profound Ice Chamber.

Jared had just begun to study the lock when faint footsteps and voices drifted in behind him.

Julian and Mr. Clive, business concluded, were heading straight toward him.

Julian looked like he was flaunting the manor’s hidden wealth for the envoy—or steering him here on purpose.

A sharp thought snapped through Jared. He slid behind a stack of tall, frost-rimmed ice ore and smothered every trace of his presence.

Julian’s voice carried over, a hair tense. "Envoy, this is the Profound Ice Chamber where we store certain special goods."

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