Elsewhere in the Wilson family estate, Harry Snow sat alone in Tracey's private study, his eyes scanning over a pile of documents. His mind whirling with thoughts of revenge.The Snow family had been humiliated too many times, and today, his Uncle was disgracefully defeated. He had come to the Wilson Villa to try and take his mind off the matter Harry knew he never cared about Tracey beyond the prospect of using her. He had gotten close to her not out of love, but to extract every shred of knowledge she possessed about the mysterious benefactor who had turned her family into something significant in New Spring.His family suspected that it was this very force that was behind Quantumleap. His phone buzzed, breaking the silence of the room. Harry hesitated with a groan before picking up. He didn’t recognize the number but guessed it could be one of his family members, maybe his sister, who was calling to ask for forgiveness. “Hello?” “Mr. Snow,” came the calm, authoritative voi

At the entrance, several Snow practitioners move about, their weapons resting idly at their sides. They weren’t on high alert; the family’s power was absolute in their eyes. With the Border Generals at their back, there was no one foolish enough to challenge them.Until now.A lone figure approached the main gates, his steps unhurried, his hands behind him as if he were merely here for a casual visit. His face was one they all recognized, yet his presence alone sparked laughter among the guards.William Miller.And yet, here he was, standing at their doorstep as if he owned the place.One of the guards, a mid-level practitioner clad in a dark robe, smirked and stepped forward, “What do we have here? The famous trash of New Spring?” He turned to the others Another practitioner, taller and more muscular, folded his arms across his chest, “He must think he’s important now just because the other half-step fought for him. Maybe he even believes he was the one who defeated the General”

Word spread like wildfire through the Snow Villa.Practitioners poured in from every corridor, desperate to stop the lone intruder.They came in waves.Some wielded swords infused with spiritual energy, others channeled martial techniques designed to him with sheer force.None of them mattered.William moved with the experience of a master.Even the Snow family’s most trusted warriors fell to his hands, groaning as their energy pathways were sealed one after another.On the fourth floor, dozens of full master cultivators attacked at once, surrounding William in a tight formation designed to trap him but even that couldn't stop William who blurred between them.By the time he stopped moving, they were all clutching their throats, struggling to breathe as their spiritual energy collapsed within them.He has moved so fast that they didn't even see him. They only felt the impact afterwards. Higher and higher, William climbed.Through dozens of practitioners. Then hundreds.Blood staine

He took a step forward, his voice calm but filled with authority. “Tell me where Harry Snow is.”The room fell into a deeper silence.. The Snow family members exchanged glances, their eyes filled with fear and defiance. None of them dared to meet William’s gaze, and the cold weight of their silence was deafening. It was clear they had already chosen their path. They would never reveal the location of Harry, no matter the cost.William's expression remained stoic, but he repeated the question, his voice firmer this time. “Where is Harry Snow?”For a long moment, there was no response. Not a word. Not a whisper.And then, one by one, the Snow family members bowed their heads in unison, lowering themselves to the floor. It was a gesture of submissionbut one filled with absolute resolve. They had chosen to die rather than betray their heir.“We would rather die than reveal his location,” one of the elders said quietly, his voice trembling with both fear and pride.William’s eyes narrowe

A sharp pain went through Harry Snow’s head as he slowly opened his eyes. His head throbbed, and when he tried to move, a tight bandage around his forehead reminded him of his injuries.He turned his head slightly, only to see Tracey Wilson seated beside the bed, her expression filled with worrisome concern. She noticed his movement and leaned forward in excitement. "You're awake," Her voice was soft with a hint of relief, "What happened to you? I found you unconscious in my study. There was no one around to help me take you to the hospital, so I did what I could"Harry barely acknowledged her words. His mind was still sluggish, but one thought clawed its way through the fog of his mind, his family. Ignoring the dizziness that came with his sudden movement, he reached for his phone on the nightstand and quickly dialed his father’s number.No response.He redialed. The call rang and rang before switching to voicemail.Frowning, he tried his mother next.Same result. Then his unc