At that moment, Jessica quietly walked closer to her mother, her eyes darting nervously between the towering stacks of luxury items and the store clerks who were already preparing to take the payment. With a tight, forced smile, she leaned even more closer and said in a hushed voice, “Mom… maybe you should return a few of these you bought, it's too much.” However her mother, still basking in the admiration of the staff and the glares of the couple she had humiliated earlier, turned to her with visible confusion and a touch of annoyance look “Return what?” she snapped, raising her eyebrows. “We’ve got the VIP discount remember, don’t we? Do you know how much I’m saving with that card? This is the best time to stock up and get some of all this goodies with the discount!” “But—” Jessica started, but her words tangled in her throat she couldn't bring herself to tell her mother what just happened. At that moment Seeing her daughter hesitate, Deborah frowned. “What’s with you today?

Upon hearing what Dahlia had just said over the phone, Deborah stood frozen on the pavement, staring at the screen in disbelief. Her lips trembled with anger. She couldn't believe Dahlia the daughter she raised, the girl who used to follow her every command had just defended Raymond. That same Raymond they had mocked, dismissed, and thrown out like garbage. “Unbelievable,” she whispered, her voice cracking. Jessica was equally stunned. “Did she just did she just hang up on you?” she asked, her eyes wide in disbelief. “She did,” her mother confirmed, her voice now rising with fury. “She actually chose to support that trash instead of her own family!” “She didn’t even ask what happened to us,” her sister added, her face red with both embarrassment and frustration. “We were kicked out like criminals and she doesn’t even care!” “Ungrateful child!” Deborah snapped angrily. “After everything I’ve done for her… And now she has the nerve to think Raymond is worth more than me, her ow

However, as Dahlia sat there deep in thought, trying to piece together a plan that might keep Raymond safe, her mother’s sharp voice cut through her silence. “You’re unbelievable,” she snapped. “After everything that man has put you through, you're still trying to protect him?” Immediately her sister chimed in with equal disdain. “Seriously, Dahlia. You’re acting like this is your fault. It’s not. If Raymond got himself into trouble, that’s on him—not you.” At that moment Dahlia looked up slowly, her eyes clouded with disappointment. “But he helped me.” she said quietly. “You two just don't understand.” Her mother scoffed. “Understand? Oh, we understand perfectly. You're letting guilt make you foolish. Jefferson’s family doesn’t play games. If they find out he’s involved, he’ll be erased, Either way, you’re not responsible for what happens to him.” Her sister nodded in agreement. “Exactly. You’re not his wife anymore. You owe him nothing.” But their cold words only made D

He was deliberately drawing the fire upon himself, choosing Flamefire Mountain as the battlefield and making it clear that he intended to pull all his enemies into his rhythm. He no longer wished to passively endure or remain on the defensive—he was ready to end Jefferson family's entanglement once and for all.The moment the martial artists realized Raymond wasn’t going to pursue them, they scrambled to their feet like frightened animals set loose from a predator’s cage. Their pride was shattered, but their lives were spared and that was the only thing that mattered now. None of them had the courage to glance back. Their hearts pounded wildly as they stumbled out of the alleyway, running as if the devil himself chased them. No one dared to speak a word, no one dared to breathe too loudly. They all shared the same desperate thought: get back… and live.**Meanwhile, the injured Yellow-Rank martial artist dragged his wounded body back to the Jefferson family estate, his cloak torn, f

He wasn’t just relying on brute strength this time. No. This time, he had stirred something far older… far more primal. By invoking the wrath of the Falklands which are divided into four faction, he had signed a death sentence. Because if there was one group in the world no outsider ever dared to cross, it was them. The Falklands keepers of the mountain, guardians of its secrets. They weren’t just a clan; they were a lineage, a legacy, forged by fire and time. Their bodies were said to be sculpted by the flames of the mountain itself. Centuries of living on the edge of one of the world’s most volatile spiritual hotspots had turned their bones into iron and their breath into embers, they didn’t just draw spiritual energy from the Flame fire Mountain they were a part of it. At that moment Waylon’s smirk deepened. “They won’t even wait for an explanation,” he whispered. “They’ll crush him the moment he breathes wrong.” Legends said the Falklands could hear the heartbeat of the moun