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...

do is to send

if you're trying to use

step back? It'll be good for both of

the money you get for this job. How does that sound?" The

people were such smooth talkers at

now! "If I were actually hired, I would've already taken the

then you must be from an even

meaning, but your support would also be in deep trouble! "Letguess.

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

but smart men usually don't live

say anything. I would've left you alive to see if you're still useful. "But now that you revealed everything, I simply have no

to sway at this

alive even

sliver of hope to fight! Maybe I'll actually win that way!" Stefan brought out an old box with the refreshing scent of a Honey Pill