The Supreme Harvey York

"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

even if you're trying to use my

don't we take a step back? It'll be good for both of

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

believe you people were

do now! "If I were actually hired,

must be from an even

but your support would also be in deep

Evermore..." The expert chuckled after hearing Stefan's determined

smart, but smart men usually

you didn't say anything. I would've left you alive to see if you're still useful.

sway

kept alive even if I kept my mouth

as well use my last 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 before quickly swallowing it