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 send word about

get your way even if you're trying to use

back? It'll be good for both of

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

believe you people were such smooth talkers

I were actually hired, I would've

you're not hired, then you must be from an even

not have any meaning, but your support would also be

means you're from Evermore..." The expert chuckled after hearing Stefan's

smart, but smart men

you if you didn't say anything. I would've left you alive to see if you're still useful. "But now that you revealed everything,

sway at this

alive even if

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