Chapter 962
962 Where’s the Savior
The old man didn’t stop him. After all, he had lived for so long. His skills were unfathomable, and he always had a few unborn souls doing his bidding.
“Sir, we can’t get into the plaza because there were too many malevolent spirits in it. However, there are people from Mt. Dragon in there,” a black mist that landed in front of the old man reported.
The black mist only had a single blood–red, ominous eye visible which made his presence uneasy.
Tyler Shaw quickened his pace when he heard the mention of ML. Dragon. He was worried that their people would be exposed.
The old man was more cautious than Tyler. He asked in detail, “Who from Mt. Dragon?”
The people who were sent out this time were all skilled in Arcane Way, but none of them returned. This made the old man pay closer attention.
“Sir, someone has set up a barrier in the plaza which made it difficult to get close. We didn’t get to see
clearly.”
The old man instinctively thought of the reclusive genius Mt. Dragon had recruited in recent years. Could he have come down from Mt. Dragon as well?
The old man got up. “They’ve all been captured. What about the Savior?*
The two unborn souls exchanged a glance and replied plainly. “The Savior is not with the group of
from Mt. Dragon.”
of
Cople
“Not with them?” The old man’s brows furrowed. “There is no way those cultivators from Mt. Dragon would leave a Savior behind.”
He didn’t care much about what happened in Foplya. What he wanted was a Savior.
For many years, he had been unable to cultivate his ascending skills. He could only continuously change bodies as he was unable to stand his deteriorating face.
He wanted a Savior to constantly provide him with fresh blood. That way, he wouldn’t need to waste resources sending his subordinates to collect virgins from various places.
“Find him.” The old man’s murky eyes flashed with a venomous glint. “That Savior can only be mine.”
“Yes, sir.” With that, the black mist dispersed.
The old man stood in the study. His back was so badly covered with scars that he could hardly be considered human anymore.
Only after stitching himself up did he speak with a voice that penetrated the door. “Get prepared. I want to go to the Quinnells.”
The butler who had been standing outside answered with a trembling voice as his face paled. “Yes.”
962 Where’s the Savior
In the distance, the night grew deeper. It was 10:00 p.m. when Wynter finally stopped at the corner of the
street with Whitley.
The boy’s wounds are now wrapped up in bandages, and he looked more lively than he was previously. He held a fruit crepe that Wynter had bought for him.
He appeared quite ordinary when he looked down to eat his crepe. Anyone who saw him would simply think he had albinism. No one would associate him with the term “Savior“.
Wynter had been asking about Wolf along her way, but no unborn souls had seen him.
Wynter wasn’t walking on this route with the boy randomly. The truth is , she had deliberately allowed a bait to escape from the plaza earlier.
Wynter glanced sideways and her eyes landed on a man with a trendy style. The man thought changing his jacket would prevent him from being recognized.
Wynter’s lip curved slightly. With Wolf missing, she intended to track down whoever was behind this. It doesn’t matter who it was.
Not only did they fail to capture the Savior, but they were also beaten horribly by Wynter in the plaza. The first move by the Foplya’s spy after leaving the plaza would undoubtedly be to contact his superiors.
However, he was indeed quite cautious. He circled several times before finally appearing like a rapper returning home after a drink. His appearance alone wouldn’t peg him as a spy for sure.
Wynter didn’t need to investigate in depth to know that their backgrounds had all been meticulously fabricated. Some of them might not even have been from Foplya but instead were local young people.
It was undeniable that Foplya’s cultural infiltrations over the years had been incredibly effective. Enjoying anime and live–action was fine given that everyone had their preferences, but…
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