Chapter 84The living room was unusually quiet for a house that had recently stood at the center of a storm that shook the entire city.Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting warm patterns across the marble floor. Adrian sat on the sofa with a porcelain cup in hand, calmly sipping tea as though the world had not just witnessed him defeat cultivators on the verge of immortality. His posture was relaxed, his expression unreadable, as if the duel had been nothing more than a long morning exercise.Across from him, Kai was anything but calm.He stood beside a low table stacked with invitation boxes of all shapes and sizes, his eyes wide as he rummaged through them like a child unleashed in a treasure vault. Some boxes were carved from expensive wood, others wrapped in silk, and a few even sealed with wax stamped by powerful organizations.Kai picked up another box and groaned dramatically. “Do you know how ridiculous this is?” he said, shaking the box lightly before opening i

Chapter 86Lucas sat in back room of a private club, the kind that didn’t ask questions as long as money kept moving. The music outside thumped faintly through the walls, but in here, the air was tense and sharp with intent.Three men stood in front of him. None of them looked particularly respectable. One leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, another sat on the edge of the table flicking a lighter open and closed, while the third watched Lucas with the patient stillness of someone who had done ugly things for pay before.Lucas adjusted his cuffs, forcing calm into his posture.“You all know why you’re here,” he said.The man with the lighter smirked. “You said it was urgent. And expensive.”“It will be,” Lucas replied. “If you do it right.”They exchanged glances.Lucas leaned forward, placing his palms on the table. “There’s been an accident. A woman was hit by a car. Tragic. Unfortunate.” He paused, then added, “The driver must be held responsible.”The tallest of the thre

Chapter 88The hospital corridor was quiet in the way only hospitals ever were at night—too clean, too bright, and heavy with the faint scent of disinfectant that clung to the lungs. Adrian stood near the glass wall of the intensive care unit, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the unmoving figure on the bed inside.Machines hummed softly around the woman. Lines ran from her arm, her chest rose and fell with mechanical steadiness, and a thin monitor traced her heartbeat in green lines that Adrian found himself counting without meaning to.Beside him, Kai leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usual careless expression replaced with something far more alert.They had been standing there for nearly an hour.Three men walked past them.They moved with purpose but not urgency, their footsteps light, their shoulders straight. To anyone else, they would have looked like ordinary visitors or late-night staff. But Adrian felt it the moment their eyes met his.It wasn’t hostility.

Chapter 90The club pulsed like a living thing.Bass rolled through the air in thick waves, vibrating through glass, bone, and breath. Neon lights cut through the darkness in sharp streaks of violet and gold, flashing over bodies pressed together on the dance floor. Laughter spilled freely, reckless and loud, the kind born from expensive liquor and the belief that nothing outside these walls mattered.Smith leaned back in a private booth on the upper level, one arm draped casually over the leather seat, a glass of amber liquid resting loosely in his hand. His jacket was discarded beside him, sleeves of his shirt rolled up just enough to look relaxed but not careless. Around him, his disciples were scattered—some dancing, some drinking, all pretending this was nothing more than a night of indulgence.And for a moment, it was.Smith tilted his glass, watching the ice melt slowly as he took a measured sip. He allowed himself the rare luxury of enjoyment. The duel, the elders, the rings,

Chapter 92The hospital ward was unusually quiet that morning, the steady hum of medical equipment filling the air like a restrained heartbeat. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, casting pale reflections across the white walls and polished floor. Adrian stood near the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets, his expression calm but unreadable.On the bed lay the woman he had rushed here after the accident.Her eyes were open now.That alone should have brought relief.Yet something about the way she stared at the ceiling—blank, distant, as though the world had not yet decided whether to welcome her back—made the air feel heavy.The doctor stood beside the bed, flipping through a tablet. “She regained consciousness early this morning. Vital signs are stable, no immediate internal bleeding detected. However…” He hesitated slightly, choosing his words with care. “She’s showing signs of retrograde amnesia.”Kai frowned. “Amnesia?”The doctor nodded. “She doesn’t remember her