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 send

if you're trying to use my

take a step back? It'll

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

people were such smooth talkers

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

hired, then you must be

any meaning, but your support would also be in

from Evermore..." The expert chuckled after

but smart men usually don't live

still useful. "But now

sway at this

even if I kept my mouth

use my last sliver of hope to fight! Maybe I'll actually win that way!" Stefan