The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6479

"Master Wellspring did not stay there any longer.

He turned and walked toward the gate of Everspire."

"He meant to leave Everspire first.

Only after finding a safe place would he slowly discuss the next step."

"Everspire lay inside Pole Star Hall's sphere of power.

Staying here would only make things more dangerous, and there was no telling when he might run into people from Pole Star Hall."

"If that happened, he might not even be able to protect himself.

Worse, the Aureate Heir's soul would be placed in danger too."

"Sunlight fell across him and stretched his shadow out long, longer still across the street.

That lone shape looked painfully isolated, yet there was something in it that refused to bend."

"His steps were slow.

But they did not waver. Each footfall landed steady and firm, as if the ground itself was being made to bear witness to his resolve."

"He had not even taken ten steps when a warm hand suddenly reached out from behind him.

It patted his shoulder lightly."

"The touch was gentle, but it carried a force that could not be ignored.

Master Wellspring's whole body locked in place, and every hair on him stood up at once."

"Years of cultivation and bloody struggle had carved extreme vigilance into his bones.

Especially now, with his mind worn thin and his situation dangerous, even the smallest unusual movement was enough to send him straight into defense."

"By instinct, his hand clamped around the verdant longsword at his waist.

The hilt was cold against his palm, and that coldness gave him the slightest measure of safety."

"At the same time, his spirit sense burst outward.

Like an invisible net, it instantly covered everything within ten yards, sweeping carefully through his surroundings as he searched for the master of that hand."

"His spirit sense was keen.

He could clearly pick out the aura of every cultivator nearby, every faint ripple of spiritual power. Yet strangely, he did not detect even the slightest trace of hostile intent."

"The master of that hand stood quietly behind him.

He did not move. His aura was steady, as if he were nothing more than an ordinary passerby."

Even so, Master Wellspring did not dare lower his guard by even a fraction.

"Everspire was crowded with every kind of person.

On top of that, he had just lost Genesis Dew, and his mind had not settled. This was exactly the kind of moment when an ambush would be easiest."

"He turned around slowly.

Every movement was careful, and the longsword in his hand stayed ready to leave its sheath at any instant. His eyes fixed hard on the person behind him, giving nothing away."

"An old man stood there.

He wore a black robe made of expensive fabric, stitched with fine dark patterns that caught faint glints of sunlight."

"The old man's face was thin.

His hair was streaked with white and combed neatly into place. Wrinkles covered his face, but they did nothing to dull the sharp, vigorous air about him."

"His eyes looked cloudy at first glance.

But buried inside that murk was a thin edge, the kind that seemed able to look straight through a person's heart."

"A faint smile rested at the corner of his mouth.

It made him appear mild and kindly, yet something almost impossible to catch hid beneath it, a calculating thread that made the sight of him sit wrong in the chest."

"Master Wellspring's brows drew together at once.

A question flashed through his eyes."

"He knew this man.

More precisely, he had heard the man's name and seen his portrait before: Osric, chapter master of the Abyssal Exchange's Everspire chapter."

"The Abyssal Exchange was famous throughout the entire celestial realm.

Its power was vast, its reach spread across every domain, and it monopolized most treasure transactions."

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