As Warren walked on the streets, nobody talked with him because the atmosphere had been heavy since the Potter Street was taken away.Warren reached home, seemingly in a calm and composed manner.After entering the house, he saw his wife standing in front of a door.“Is it really him?” Warren asked in a neutral tone.She nodded twice and broke into an emotional smile. “He didn’t answer my questions and went straight into this room and locked the door. He’s not opening it even though I've been asking him for the past ten minutes.”“He just returned, so give him some time to rest,” Warren said, slightly sighing in relief.“Rest?” she raised her voice. “He’s been gone for years, Warren! And he just comes back one day and talks and acts like nothing happened. He said he’s been roaming around the seven stellar mountain range these past three years. That’s the best excuse he could think of.”Warren didn’t believe it, either, as even the cultivators who manifested their aura wouldn’t want to

After leaving the meeting hall, Gunnar didn’t go home. Instead, he kept roaming through the clan’s territory to see how the clan had changed.The Fist Clan occupied an area of nearly ten square miles.It was situated right next to a small mountain, the Blind Mountain, behind which there was the great seven stellar mountain range with an area of millions of square miles.From the stories he heard, in the glory days of the Fist Clan, their clan used to rule these seven mountains, with their base at the central mountain, also known to be the tallest mountain in the world, with its peak penetrating the clouds.But nobody in the current times believed this to be true. They would say it was all a story fabricated by the Fist Clan.“Why don’t the elders have any desire to shift the clan back to the seven stellar mountain range?” Gunnar shook his head. “It is a place full of resources. If the clan stays there, everyone will get to eat good food and explore and get a lot more powerful. We can

Patriarch Warren came home at around seven at night. Minerva received him with warmth.It’s been a while since he had seen that smile on her face.“Is he inside?” Warren asked after drinking water from a copper jug.“No, he left in the evening and didn’t return,” she said, a hint of worry in her tone. “You should go and look for him.”“Why? He’s not a kid anymore,” Warren replied casually.“Yeah, but I think he ran away from us because he was bullied by others,” Minerva said, sounding a bit guilty. “We didn’t support him either, thinking it’ll strengthen his fists. But it worked in the opposite way. If he gets bullied again and runs away, then I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive myself.”“You’re underestimating Gunnar too much,” Warren washed his hands and feet before sitting at the dining table. “He’s smarter and also mentally tougher than he looks. If not for his poor physique, which didn’t let him get anywhere he wanted to be, he would have become a big hope for the clan just lik

Both the Fist clan and the Devil Knife clan were shocked by what happened that night.The Potter Street was reclaimed by the Fist clan within just a day.It was a very important street for the clan because lots of tools were present on that street, and also there were four wells on that single street.Reclaiming the wells also meant a lot for the Fist clan.The First Elder took it upon himself to stay at the Potter Street from now on. He was known for his ruthlessness toward the enemies.Currently, he was sharing drinks with the ten guards. “Haha, you guys did a wonderful job. I’m proud of all of you.”“We just saw an opportunity, and we took it,” the captain of the guards, Jack, replied, “Elder Enron.”“They only left seven drunkards here,” the First Elder Enron laughed. “They have underestimated us way too much. Now that I’m here, you don’t have to worry. If anyone dares to show up, I’ll break their spirit and pack them back home.”The ten guards were more than happy as they were t

Randy and Edward launched what they believed was a surprise attack.However, Dahlia turned half way and crafted one back-kick after another, which sent them flying more than thirty feet down the street.This time, the brothers coughed blood and were not even able to stand back up.“Be grateful that I didn’t put aura into my kicks, or your stomachs would have ruptured,” Dahlia snorted. “And you’d only put our clan’s physician through an unnecessary burden.”“Forget about them,” Gunnar told Dahlia’s hand and took her with him. “Why do you look so lean? Were you eating well?”“I’m in the growing period,” Dahlia said. “I’m five foot five inches now. I grew five inches in the past few months, so of course I’d look like this. But what about you? You look lean, too, though your arms do look a bit toned. And you still didn’t tell me what you were doing these three years. Did you work as a slave somewhere?”“Of course not.”“Then why didn’t you come back for three years?” she hissed. “Did you