The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The middle-aged man folded his arms before his chest as he slowly approached, his eyes flashing coldly.

Still in Frank’s arms, Burt quickly warned Frank with his last sliver of strength, “Watch out, Mr. Lawrence… T-That’s Eiger Ocean, Bocek Ocean’s other brother… He’s an elite Birthright… I’m no match for him. Urk…”

Frank frowned. “Just shut up and lie down, or your meridian nexus will break. If that happens, you won’t even be able to wipe your own butt!”

Eiger was actually surprised to see that Burt’s meridian nexus did not break either. “I’m surprised that you know how to seal vigor meridians, though one must expect nothing less from the last apprentice of Mystic Sky Sect.”

“Mystic Sky Sect?!”

For the umpteenth time of the day, the old man behind Frank was staring in disbelief.

“What’s wrong, Grandpa? What’s Mystic Sky Sect?” his granddaughter quickly asked.

The old man was stuttering in astonishment, “M-Mystic Sky Sect of the South Sea. It’s Draconia’s oldest and most enigmatic sect! They didn’t have many disciples, but those disciples were all monsters!”

they’ve all reached

turned to her with a terrible

old man’s

man had always worshiped Skyrank individuals,

yet, that same old man would say that the Skyrank

Eiger turned toward the old man right then, his death aura swirling as he

he held Eiger’s gaze and said solemnly, “I’m Aion Fairfax,

breathe a word about everything we saw here. But if you kill us, Haply

was actually surprised that he suddenly mentioned his roots. “What are

“Haply Hall?”

that the brat over there is from Mystic Sky Sect. But now that you do, I’ll have you both