Find Me In Your Labyrinth

“Frankly, my fellow sect leaders, this young man has deep ties with my Mystic Arts Order, so the outcome is still uncertain.”

Penelope Solace spoke suddenly, her thin lips curling into a knowing smile. Moments earlier, a subordinate had informed her that Dustin was quite close to her granddaughter, Abigail.

Since joining the church, Abigail had shown no interest in any man. If this were their first encounter, she wouldn’t be so familiar with Dustin.

Though Dustin had altered his appearance, Abigail had likely deduced his identity.

If nothing unexpected happens, this young man should be Dustin Rhys, who sits atop the Legendary List and is the future King of West Lucozia. Expecting him to join a martial arts sect is far-fetched.

Even if Dustin agreed, the court would never allow it.

Of course, Penelope’s goal wasn’t really to win an argument—she just wanted to stir up trouble. She was eager to see the expressions on the two clan leaders’ faces after they quarreled and ended up with nothing. The thought amused her.

“Master Solace, martial artists have always kept their distance from your Mystic Arts Order. Besides, your Order’s skills aren’t suitable for ordinary people. Why get involved?” Cyrus Hadley remarked coolly.

“Exactly, Master Solace. Some things just aren’t meant to be. I don’t think this boy is destined for your Mystic Arts Order, so let’s drop it,” Alloy Marshall chimed in.

Although Alloy and Cyrus were rivals, he welcomed any chance to eliminate a potential threat.

“How can you be so sure without trying? Perhaps this boy is drawn to the profound techniques of our Mystic Arts Order,” Penelope replied with a sly grin.

see,” Cyrus responded

the Sword Union’s reputation and his personal guidance, no young person

has always been revered as the holy land of

joining the Sword Union, which is his greatest

smile, saying no more. Dustin was already a guest of the Celestial Alliance

stunning beauties. If things worked out, the status of son-in-law might outweigh that of a

as the

and announced loudly, “The ninth match is about to begin.

dressed in black with cold eyes walked onto the stage. He wore half a Shura mask and carried

wide and six feet long, resembling a small coffin,

ground with a dull thud that caused the arena

a Shura mask—could this be the Tardif

recognized him as he stood

Dawson? The ninth-ranked expert on the

weapons and poisons, and extremely lethal. If you cross him,

said to hold

Machine Box. Sam

audience buzzed

the Legendary List were top talents, and Sam