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

won't get your way even if you're trying to

a step back? It'll be good for both of

you get for this job.

didn't believe you people were such smooth

I were actually hired, I would've already taken the bait." Stefan

you must be from

behind you, not only would your actions today not have any meaning, but

means you're from Evermore..." The expert chuckled after hearing Stefan's determined

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

sway at

even if I kept

my last sliver of hope to fight! Maybe I'll actually win that way!" Stefan brought out an old