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She stood up from the chair. "No, no...Old Master is fine" Just as Tang Li was about to let out a sigh in relief, the old butler added, "But The Old Master is packing his luggage.." "What?!" "I am not sure about anything else but Master said he wants to go on a world tour and break all the contacts with everyone to stay in isolation.." The butler seemed to be making the call secretly as he whispered, "He warned me not to tell anyone and this time, he looks serious about it.."

Is this still the Master Cloudwalker that no one can move? It's not like only the Jenkins family member went, then he would meet people. Usually the master, he never sees guests, even the rich and powerful have to wait. The way he talked to Ms. Amelia Cromwell now was just jaw-dropping! "Master, this won't do, you can't take on disciples for your master." Yosef exclaimed. Master Cloudwalker gave him a look and said, "What's wrong? You know nothing. This kind of rare cultivator that only appears once in a millennium, being able to be your master's disciple, your master would be secretly happy even in the underground."

The door closed behind him, leaving Finn alone with the master. "One moment," the master mumbled, dipping the pen in the inkwell. Finn stood stiffly. His uneasy eyes followed the master as he proceeded to write, but the old man's face was undecipherable. As oft before, Finn's nosiness was awakened by the guardsmen's moniker for their master: The Master of Old Priest. He could account for it only by his thick silver hair, which is presently bound in a tight string at the nape of his neck.

“Now that he had killed the Orders, he doesn’t hesitate on who to kill anymore. There has been mountains of lives lost on his hands after he killed the last heir to the royal blood. You can still see the heads of those innocent lives on the castle’s tower.” For minutes, Dominic stared at the Master’s purple eyes. The man never showed himself in a frightening view but one can’t help but to shudder upon seeing his gaze that had suddenly turned colder after Dominic’s words. “I know,” the Master then exhaled deeply, “But I won’t move now and I can’t tell you the reason for it yet.” “So when the time you will tell me?” Dominic inquired for the man to slowly nod his head. It would mean that the Ma

Isadora looked at him with anticipation. The cloaked man was quiet for a moment. The truth was that even he didn't know why his master wanted Mercedes's blood. He was just as clueless as she was but he couldn't admit this to Isadora. That would just make him look pathetic. His master was reclusive and didn't mingle with his people. He closed himself off in his study a lot and only saw him when he wanted to send him on an errand. Other than that, he didn't know a lot about him. There was something strange about him. Even he noticed that much about him but he wouldn't even dare to ask fearing his wrath.

The only source of light came from the dark night clouds penetrating through the glass walls where The Master stood. He slowly took off his legendary mask and coat without a care in the world and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Of course, his subordinate was the only person that had ever seen his face. "And?" His voice was icy cold. "She put him and his family in a secret jail underground the palace. Should we send our leaks to finish him off?'' He remained bowing. The Master twirled the glass in his hand and watched the ice sparkle in the darkness. "No need. Finishing off the miserable farmer changes nothing. She won't be able to get anything useful off him." He nodded and stood up.

On a remote mountain, far from the city, a solitary house stood tall, serving as the hideout for a mysterious figure known as the "Old Master." "Boss, she was able to solve the problem," a man dressed in casual wear reported to him. "How did she get that video and that man? I thought he wouldn't speak up. Hurry and get rid of him!" He said angrily. He had done his best to ensure this video wouldn't leak. He had taken care of him and his family, even threatened them, but the man still betrayed him.

Even though they had roughly guessed the identity of the old man, they did not dare to greet him casually without confirming who he was as they did not want to offend him. It was said that many Sacred Saints had strange personalities. “Miss Fellowes, Mr. Valerio, you don’t have to be so modest,” David responded politely. “Welcome to the Fellowes Residence, David,” Cedar also said. “Thanks, Cedar!” After greeting each other, Cedar asked, “David, who he is?” “Cedar, let me introduce you. This is my master. He has been in seclusion for a long time, so he is withdrawn and a little bit slow. I hope you don’t mind,” David introduced his master casually.

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

Butler sought clarification from the old man. "Haha! I am determined to keep Ethan and anyone else from discovering her true identity. Apparently, she has no recollection of her past life. Let us ensure that she never recalls it for the remainder of her existence. I have also taken precautions to prevent anyone, including my rebellious grandson, from uncovering her true identity. Quite the contrary, I have devised a superior plan," the Old Master remarked with a cunning glimmer in his eyes. He had no qualms about revealing his plans to Butler John. The latter had been by his side for an extended period, and Old Master Richardson trusted that he would never betray him.