If I succeed in martial cultivation, will I be able to keep up with you and join your world?
Hearing this—
Chloe Ling smiled slightly. "You can."
Whatever the situation, he needed to know the other party's identity first.
"I—I’m a staff member at the Martial Arts Museum. My name is Liam Li... I discovered the truth and was hunted all the way here. Thankfully, in public, he didn’t dare use Presented Liquid Internal Power..." The young man’s back was nearly shattered, yet he forced himself to speak, explaining briefly and concisely.
The twilight glow illuminated the Sixth Ring Road of the Imperial Capital.
This area was already close to the suburbs—the streets were exceptionally wide, with no residential houses on either side, only stretches of woods and factories.
This was the Imperial Capital of Sinovera, yet a blood-soaked youth had suddenly appeared—so bizarre it was sure to become major news, enough to shake the internet.
"Green Mountain Eastern-Sea Chart."
When Andrew Han heard this, his mind nearly exploded.
The spring breeze spread, seeming to dispel the chill in the air and raise the temperature—an unusual warming phenomenon.
Now—
Inside stood four sallow-skinned men, dressed in black clothes and sunglasses. Their faces were somewhat misshapen, and they spoke in strange, accented voices.
Yet someone dared to steal the sect’s relic.
"Enough."
Hmph, with the Emperor above, Sinovera will fall into our hands sooner or later. Then we’ll stage another Jiangnan Massacre to avenge the humiliation of the Sakura Massacre.
Immediately—
Those clear black-and-white eyes overflowed with rage.
Andrew Han slowly stood up, like a primordial beast on the verge of awakening. His invisible aura blazed forth, tearing through the darkness like a burning meteor. His face was calm and distant as he gazed at the vibrant afternoon cityscape.
"To steal the relic of Green Mountain Sect—"
"You people... truly must be tired of living."
......
Moments later—
Jason Jiang personally escorted Liam Li to the hospital. Chloe Ling stayed at the hotel to comfort Monica Zhang, easing her shock.
"It’s fine, it’s fine."
Chloe Ling covered her mouth, laughing, "It’s just a dispute between martial practitioners, nothing life-or-death. Don’t take it to heart—it’s a small matter."
Monica Zhang’s face was pale as she sat on the edge of the bed.
She was clearly frightened, her heart trembling.
"But—but Andrew..." She murmured, lips trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. With tearful eyes, she looked anxiously at Chloe Ling, asking repeatedly, "Is he safe? Really?"
"Really."
"Really, it’s truer than pure gold! When has Yunyun ever lied to you?" Chloe Ling, as usual, played the cute card, tilting her head and handing Monica a packet of rose-scented Heart-to-Heart tissues.
"Mm."
Monica didn’t take the tissues, but replied blankly.
She still saw the image of that youth spitting blood, his eyes full of struggle—a scene that left her shaken. But her greater worry was for Andrew, out alone—what had happened to him?
"At this moment—"
"I can’t help; all I can do is watch Andrew leave, and sit here worrying for no reason." Monica quietly accepted the Heart-to-Heart tissues, feeling her heart clench tight.
A short while later—
The girl wiped away her tears and gathered up her flowing hair.
Bit by bit, she gripped the tissues tighter, revealing a surprising strength. She stared at Chloe Ling, sitting on the bed’s edge.
"Chloe."
"The other two relics were completely useless."
"Remember, even with the Emperor's protection, our Sakura Island Nation's martial arts are too weak. Relying only on strange abilities, there's no way the Emperor's radiance could truly cover this land."
With that, the white-robed man fell silent.
He closed his eyes, his figure receding into the darkness.
Meanwhile, the four men in black nodded quietly, then began to discuss in low voices: "Last year, we obtained a relic from a Sinoveran martial sect. Unexpectedly, we managed to crack the information hidden within and gained several Stance Training techniques."
"But unfortunately, not every relic contains secret information."
"Hahaha, Zhuo Bicheng from Sinovera still thinks we’re only collecting national treasures from various countries."
"I can smell the fragrance of this land. We must let the Emperor's radiance shine here and subjugate these ignorant, despicable Sinoverans."
For a time, their secretive whispers continued without end.
The eyes of the four men in black brimmed with venomous malice, a viciousness no less sinister than Demons and Specters.
After a while—
The warehouse’s iron door swung open lightly. The three thieves who had stolen the Sinoveran sect relics entered together, feeling the chill inside the warehouse, their eyes burning with excitement.
This transaction promised enormous profits.
So they didn't care whether their buyers were Sakura Islanders, nor did they bother to wonder how the theft had gone so smoothly. They couldn't be bothered to ponder what value these so-called commemorative relics truly held.
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"Heh heh."
"The goods are here." The masked leader, acting as the boss, stepped forward and swung the backpack in his right hand with practiced ease.
In truth—
The three of them were only responsible for stealing and delivering the sect relics to these men in black. Even if they couldn't figure out who the mysterious mastermind behind the scenes was, the high rewards were enough to drive them mad.
On the other side—