Chapter 61: Not a ChoiceCassian smiled after Miranda asked why he was telling her all this, and for a moment, the coldness that had slipped into his eyes earlier disappeared behind that usual lazy amusement of his.He leaned against the ruined sofa as if he was not sitting in the office of one of the most powerful women in the Ravencroft Family, and had not just admitted to having a feud with her entire bloodline, and the dagger marks, torn cushions, broken wood, and scattered pieces of foam around him were nothing more than decorations provided for atmosphere. His gaze rested on Miranda with a kind of calm sharpness that made it difficult to tell whether he was praising her or studying how much pressure she could take before she cracked.“You’re pretty smart,” Cassian said.Miranda did not respond.“No wonder you were able to lead this company to such heights,” he continued, his voice light, almost casual, but not empty. “Most people in your position would either scream, call guard

Chapter 63: Back To The ClinicCassian on the other hand landed gently at a secluded corner where nobody would be able to see him. The powerful winds between the skyscrapers swept past his clothes, but his feet touched the ground as lightly as a feather. For an ordinary person, jumping from such a height would have been a guaranteed death sentence. Bones would shatter, organs would rupture, and there wouldn't even be a complete body left to identify. For Cassian, however, it was hardly worth mentioning.As a cultivator, that height meant absolutely nothing.Years ago, he wouldn't have even bothered taking such a roundabout method. He had possessed flying swords, movement techniques, treasures and many other things that ordinary people would never believe existed. Back then, crossing mountains in a single day or traveling through the sky was no difficult task. But those things belonged to the past now. At least, that was how he preferred to think about them.A faint smile appeared on h

Chapter 65: Bring Him HereCassian’s insults got the man annoyed instantly.The leader’s face darkened, and for a moment, the arrogance he had carried into the clinic cracked enough for real anger to show through. He had clearly expected fear, obedience and athe very least, he had expected the people inside this small clinic to understand the difference between themselves and the convoy parked outside. Instead, the young man before him had laughed at him, insulted him, and asked whether the screws in his head had gone loose, all while sitting lazily as if this entire group of black-clothed men were nothing more than a mild inconvenience blocking his morning lesson.The leader slowly raised his hand and pointed at Cassian.That finger alone carried threat.The doctors felt it immediately. Several of them stiffened while one young assistant subconsciously took half a step back, because the men in black did not look like ordinary bodyguards, they looked like people who would truly break

Chapter 67: Lessons Hearing the command, the men in black instantly moved. Their reactions were fast and disciplined, each person taking a different angle as they rushed toward Cassian. They were clearly not ordinary thugs who only knew how to use numbers to intimidate people. Their movements had order, their formation had purpose, and from the way they spread out, it was obvious they intended to restrict Cassian’s movement first before subduing him. One man approached from the left, another from the right, while two others advanced from the front, their hands already reaching out to lock his shoulders and arms. To the doctors watching, it looked like a wall of pressure had suddenly collapsed toward Cassian.Cassian, however, did not stand up and did not retreat either. His gaze merely swept across them once, calm and unreadable, then his fingers moved toward the acupuncture tray beside him. There were still several needles left on the table, thin silver lines arranged neatly over w

Chapter 69: Old Faces At The DoorCassian nodded at Zora’s question, then lazily stretched his body as though the so-called trouble she had heard about was nothing more than a small delay in his morning routine. His shoulders rolled once, his neck tilted slightly, and after releasing a slow breath, he leaned back in his seat with the same careless calm that made people wonder whether anything in the world could truly disturb him. The doctors around him had already grown used to this side of him, but Zora had not, and seeing him act as if a group of armed-looking men coming to drag him away was no more serious than someone spilling tea only made the tightness in her chest shift into irritation.“It’s true,” Cassian said. “A few people came and forgot their manners. I took care of them.”Zora did not immediately reply. Instead, her gaze swept through the clinic, sharp and careful, moving from the doctors to the nurses, then to the patients who were now being attended to as usual. She ch