Harvey York's Rise to Power

"You're supposed to be a part of the Smalt Sect, Mr. Stefan...

The expert smiled with an indescribable coldness.

"I'm ordered to send you to the afterlife.

"Are you prepared?" The chilly tone was enough to make Stefan Augustus' body freeze stiff.

After taking a deep breath, Stefan finally composed himself when he squinted at the man before him.

"You must be a grandmaster at least on par with a Sword Saint, right? "Based on Amos' abilities, he probably doesn't have the means to send you here.

"So, who is it that's trying to kill here? "The person supporting Amos?" Stefan was abnormally calm in the face of death. He gave a weird stare when looking into the expert's eyes.

"It doesn't matter who you are. Since I'm sure Amos didn't send you...

to do is to send

your way even if you're

take a step back? It'll be good for

you get for this job. How does

didn't believe you people were such smooth

now! "If I were actually hired,

you're not hired, then you must be from an

today not have any meaning, but your support would also be in deep

you're from Evermore..." The expert chuckled after hearing

smart, but smart men usually don't

you if you didn't say anything. I would've left you alive to see if you're still useful. "But now that you revealed

need to sway

even if I kept my mouth

actually win that way!" Stefan brought out an