"What?" Looking at the palm covering the opening of the glass, Bo was shocked. "Fishy? How so?" He sniffed the wine and said confusedly, "The wine has a full-bodied fragrance and a lasting after smell. It's fine.""The wine on its own is fine. But there is something else in it. If you drink it, you'll die." Dustin replied seriously."Is the wine poisoned?" Bo frowned and put down his glass of wine slowly. He turned to gaze at his bodyguards and asked coldly, "What's going on?"It was protocol that his wine would be tested for poison before it was served to him. It'd only be brought before Bo if it was deemed safe."Mr. Dawson, we tested the wine. There was no poison in it." The bodyguards immediately shook their heads to confirm that the wine hadn't been poisoned."I saw it with my own eyes. The test was negative." Elara, the female grandmaster, said calmly."Dustin, could you have made a mistake?" Bo thought it was weird. He could choose not to trust his bodyguards, but he w

The night had grown darker on the outskirts of South City, inside an old and rustic mansion. Ezra paced restlessly in the living room with his hands clasped behind his back, clearly anxious. To confront Dustin and his gang, he had enlisted a master from the Mystic Arts Order, someone even more powerful than Theodore, although slightly eccentric and unpredictable. This man had a sadistic side, as seen by the three unfortunate women who had left his presence battered and on the verge of death. Ezra didn't tend to show unnecessary sympathy, but appeasing this man with a twisted personality proved to be quite a challenge. The threat to his life loomed large if he accidentally provoked him.The door squeaked open, revealing a thin figure in a black robe with a satisfied grin. In the adjoining room, there was a horrifying scene: a woman bound and bloodied, her life cruelly taken from her.Ezra turned away in shock. The master, Caspian Yuletide, sauntered out, visibly content. Ezra ca

"Mystic Arts Order's flea powder? That's cool." Dustin squinted, quickly catching on—it was clear that Caspian wasn't any average mystic artist but an elite from the Mystic Arts Order."Oh? A mystic artist? No wonder you saw through my moves." Caspian gave Dustin a once-over; his gaze shone with excitement. That surprise attack moments ago would've been tough for a regular martial artist to handle. But Dustin had effortlessly diffused the danger with a slight breath, showcasing his skill."Ah! My face! My handsome face!" Ezra, now poison-free, howled in pain, covering his bloodied face. He roared, "Sir Yuletide! Take him down for me! I want to rip him to shreds!""You're noisy!" Caspian's face darkened, and with a backhand slap, he sent Ezra flying. He was a master at being unpredictable."As fellow mystic artists, why don't you kneel and apologize to me, then become my disciples? What do you say?" Caspian proposed, a sinister smile playing on his lips. His disciple was dead,

"Stop right there!" Just as Dustin was about to finish Caspian, a sudden shout cut through the air. At the same time, a projectile shot out of the shadows, a deadly dart aimed right at Dustin's back.Dustin raised an eyebrow, swiftly turned around, and caught the dart with two fingers. Upon taking a closer look, it was a poisoned dart. It emanated a dark aura, sporting the mark written "Mystic". It was an object from Mystic Arts Order!"Who are you? You dare to attack a disciple of the Mystic Arts Order? You've got some nerve!" At this moment, an old woman in black robes emerged from the shadows.The old lady had a weathered appearance, a petite figure that seemed ordinary. But her eyes were exceptionally cold and sharp, like venomous snakes. It instilled fear in anyone who caught her gaze."Madam Beatrix? Madam Beatrix, save me!" Seeing her, Caspian acted like he had just found a lifeline. He stumbled towards her, seeking refuge.Though others might not know, he knew that Bea

"Abigail?" Dustin stared at the sudden appearance of the white-haired young woman, genuinely surprised. The young woman was his only disciple, Abigail! It was unexpected for them to meet again after so many years, and she had undergone noticeable changes. She had become more beautiful and exuded a profound and mysterious aura; her every move was graceful."Hi Sir, surprised to see me?" She smiled."Kid, it's been so long! Not even a call to say you're well," Dustin said, intentionally keeping a stern face.He lightly tapped Abigail's head with his knuckles, shocking the Mystic Arts Order's high-level members. They couldn't believe their eyes.However, contrary to their expectations, the Grand Sorceress wasn't angry. Instead, she looked a bit guilty. She charmingly said, "Sir, I've been in seclusion. I just came out a few days ago, and things got a bit hectic. I genuinely forgot for a moment."The high-level members of the Mystic Arts Order were dumbfounded. What was going on