In a secluded villa on the outskirts of Silverton, a man in a tailored suit stood alone, his presence cold, heavy, and oppressive."We found him. It was someone named Evan Norwood who saved the Iron Dragon," his subordinate reported from behind him."Good. You may go."The instant the subordinate left, four figures in black emerged soundlessly behind him, as if they had materialized from thin air. They made no noise, their presence as frigid as carved ice."Kill Evan Norwood," the suited man ordered calmly. "He cannot be allowed to continue treating the Iron Dragon."They simply vanished in an instant, leaving behind nothing—not even a ripple in the air—as if they had never existed at all.…Evan had no idea that danger was closing in with every passing second. At that moment, he was still at Ivana's home.After a full day of cultivation, he had completely refined the medicinal power of the drakeblood root. The improvement was tremendous. He felt his physique strengthen, hi
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