"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 word about

way even if you're trying

back? It'll be

this job. How does that sound?" The expert

believe you people were such

actually hired, I would've already taken

you're not hired, then you must

any meaning, but your support would

from Evermore..." The expert chuckled

smart, but smart men usually don't live

useful. "But now that you

need to sway at

even if I

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

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