Ivy's heart pounded in her chest as she approached the edge of the forest. She clutched the talisman tightly in her hand, feeling the weight of it heavy with importance. It was her only hope of finding Lucas again.She had met him in a small village near the White Swan sect, and they had instantly connected. They had spent days exploring the countryside together, laughing and talking as if they had known each other for years. But then, Ivy had something to do at home and she had to return immediately for fear that another emissary from the Iron Blood family would hunt her down. But after discussing it with her mother, Ivy knew that she had to bring Lucas home to be her husband.She had tried to follow him, but she had lost his trail. She had gone to Rima's village, hoping to find some clue as to his whereabouts, but she had come up empty-handed. Now, she was left with only this talisman, The talisman given to her by her parents, and besides Ivy only had another talisman to teleport he

In the dimly lit front room of Ivy's house, Ivy's mother sat with Lucas and Ivy. The air was thick with tension as Lucas nervously fidgeted with his hands. He had come to ask for Ivy's hand in marriage, but the recent events had cast a shadow over their happiness."I understand that my husband is not here right now," Ivy's mother began, her voice steady and calm. "But I assure you, Lucas, that he will agree to your marriage. He holds you in high regard and knows that you will make Ivy happy."Lucas let out a sigh of relief, but his mind was still preoccupied with the strange artifact that he had absorbed from Ivy's body earlier. He couldn't shake off the feeling that it was not an ordinary thing."May I ask about the Dragon Blood?" Lucas asked hesitantly. "Ivy mentioned it before, but I don't know much about it."Ivy's mother's expression turned serious as she began to speak. "There is a legend, passed down through generations, about a dragon that sacrificed itself to save the world f

At Lobe's house, a representative of the mercenary assassins reported in. The representative's face was grim as he entered the dimly lit room, the flickering candles casting eerie shadows on his face. He bowed his head slightly and spoke in a low voice, "I regret to inform you that the assassins we sent to Frost Sword's family home have not reported back. It is likely that they have failed or been killed."Lobe's eyes narrowed in anger as he stood up from his chair, his fists clenched at his side. "What do you mean they failed? I paid good money for this job!" He slammed his fist on the table, causing the candles to flicker and the glasses to rattle.The representative tried to calm Lobe down, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I understand your frustration, but I assure you that we will not take any additional payment. We will send one of our masters to take care of the matter."Lobe paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the room. He stopped and turned to the represe

At night, Lucas and Ivy lay in their wedding bed, exhausted from the festivities of the day. The room was filled with the scent of roses and the sound of distant laughter from the other guests. Suddenly, Lucas's instincts kicked in, and he sat up in bed, his heart racing. He could sense something was wrong."Ivy, wake up," he whispered urgently, shaking her gently.Ivy stirred, her eyes slowly opening. "What's wrong?" she asked groggily."I don't know, but something feels off. I think we're in danger," Lucas replied, his voice tense.Before Ivy could respond, the sound of shattering glass filled the room. They both jumped up, just in time to see a group of men burst through the window. Lucas immediately sprang into action, lunging at the nearest attacker. Ivy grabbed her white sword from the side of the bed, her hands shaking as she prepared to defend herself.Lucas fought with all his might, using his skills as a trained assassin to take down the attackers one by one. He could see Iv

At the Iron Blood family home, the patriarch of the family stood rigid, his face contorted in anger as he stared at the gruesome sight in front of him. There, on the blood-soaked ground, lay a severed head with its body and face destroyed beyond recognition, as if it had been torn apart by a wild animal.The head belonged to Lobe, the son of the patriarch. Overwhelmed with grief and rage, the patriarch clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He wanted nothing more than to tear apart the person responsible for this heinous act. He held his son's unrecognizable head in his trembling hands, as the man carrying the corpse explained in a shaky voice that their young parents were killed in the territory of the Frost Sword family.The patriarch of the Iron Blood family let out a low growl, his eyes burning with fury. The air around him seemed to crackle with energy, and the other masters present in the room felt a chill run down their spines. They could feel the weight of his anger p