“Okay.” Frank nodded and turned toward Walter. “I’ll see you again, Mr.

Turnbull.” With that, he followed Robert into his car and headed to his residence with him.

It was a manor to the east of the city–a location filled with nature’s blessings.

That was especially the case for a certain mansion, surrounded by the hills and bodies of water.

Frank found himself staring at the mansion–cultivating there would definitely be twice as effective than usual!

The Quills were a clan of martial artists as reputed, with acolytes sparring or training along the compound.

Once the car drove inside the manor grounds, Yara hurried over to open the door for him. ” Welcome, Mr. Lawrence.

you,” Frank said and followed Robert into

burly man was sitting there, having waited for

my son Stan, Mr. Lawrence. Stan, this is Mr. Frank Lawrence, the man who saved your daughter.”

“Mr. Quill,” Frank replied.

then waved. “Yara, go fetch my Silver Tips Imperial. Let Mr. Lawrence have a taste.” “Yes, Father,” Yara

then, “Since you can do that much, are you the apprentice of a famous sect?” Frank shook his head. “You flatter me, but I merely learned a thing or two from my mentor while I was young. I wouldn’t say

Stan asked coolly just then. “We’ve kept that technique within the clan for generations. It’s not to be

Robert with the corner of his eye, but the latter was simply

not going to interfere as he was keen to

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