Semua Bab The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Bab 1831 - Bab 1840

Upon hearing that, the Cerulean Dragon stirred. Perhaps it had misheard, but why did it feel as if Aria's words were directed at Landon? Did she mean that Landon was being unfair?The Cerulean Dragon glanced at Aria before turning back to Landon. What did Landon mean by that? Yet, Landon's handsome face remained unfazed. In fact, the comment about him being old seemed to bother him more. Aria's words had exposed the Suncrest Sect's final secret. The sect was undeniably responsible, allowing someone like Sylas to remain hidden in the mountains, serving even as their acting sect leader without discovery. After all, any decision made by the Suncrest Sect also represented the collective will of the other sects. The fact that such a sinister figure held power over them all sent a chill down everyone's spine. A rogue arcane seeker spoke up. "Don't let him off. He hid in the Suncrest Sect for so many years. Who knows which sect he'll sneak into next? He must take responsibility for c

Unfortunately, Sam had no intention of letting Mosh off. He simply crushed his soul, leaving no chance for escape.Mosh wondered if it was just because he smelled bad and tasted unpleasant. He had never experienced such overwhelming pain before. When he tried to communicate with Sam, he realized it was pointless.Though Sam seemed a little slow, he was far more ruthless than anyone when he made a move.Mosh suddenly realized he should stop calling Sam a mute—after all, the boy could speak.When Mosh looked around for help, he saw that the other evil beings had scattered. Naturally, no spirit dared to linger near Sam. They would seize any chance to flee from him.Mosh had assumed Sam was naive because of his age. He didn't realize that Sam was born with an instinctive ability to distinguish good from bad. To Sam, Mosh was utterly repulsive.But Sam didn't target Mosh because he was evil. As a primordial beast, Sam cared nothing for human morality. He didn't divide the world into g

It was Landon, in his adult form. But before Aria noticed his touch, she noticed his unique scent.It was a pleasant scent of sandalwood—crisp, cool, yet indifferent. Just like Landon, it gave off a sense of austerity like the peak of a mountain, as if it could freeze everything in place. Yet his embrace was anything but cold. Heat seeped through her body when his fingers brushed the tip of her ear.His other hand gripped her wrist and pulled her into his arms as he shot Philip a warning glare.Aria barely registered any of this. All she could feel was his cool touch; everything else faded into nothingness. His presence, his scent, his touch—he filled every sense.His deep voice resonated against the sensitive spot behind her ear—a place no ordinary person would have known.His closeness made her shiver. His fingers traced her neck, pulling her tighter against him. He smiled faintly, keeping to his guise. "Miss, the closer you get and the deeper you listen, the easier it is to b

The next day, a staff member arrived at the library. It was time to report to work, but the young woman still hadn't shown up. He gave her a call, but her phone was turned off. So, he dialed her parents' number instead, only to learn that she hadn't gone home last night.He frantically called the police and told them about the situation. Last night, something came up, and he had to leave earlier than usual. Later, the police followed the provided address and found their way to the library. After they questioned the male staff, they left with the security footage. Eventually, it was discovered that the police dispatcher had received several calls about missing persons. The victims were composed of both men and women, and they all went missing last night. There had been no news about them; not even the faintest sign was left behind. The police were left with no leads at all. The only thing they could do was dispatch police officers to the locations where the victims went missing a

The thing was, those arcane practitioners possessed the best talents in their families, and their parents and siblings wanted nothing more than for them to come home. To say that their deaths were insignificant and that no one cared about them couldn't be further from the truth. The other arcane practitioners who saw the moment were a little dazed. When they left their homes and joined the sect, they swore to themselves that they would make a name for themselves and provide their families with a better life. This motivation was what kept them going, always doing their best to compete for everything. That was why they didn't dare to slack off. Every day, they spent their time perfecting their combat prowess and refining their arcane practice, never faltering when the grandmasters and elders gave them an order. All this, just so they could achieve something someday.Now, however, the same people whom they highly respected said that their lives were worthless and that no one woul