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...

to do is to send word

if you're trying to use my death

a step back? It'll be good

this job.

you people were

do now! "If I were actually hired, I would've already

must be from an even

you, not only would your actions today not have any meaning, but your support would also be in deep trouble! "Letguess. You

means you're from Evermore..." The expert

smart men

you alive to see if you're still useful. "But now that

sway at this

have kept alive even

sliver of hope to fight! Maybe I'll actually win that way!" Stefan