Serenity eyebrows lifted slightly. “What do you mean?” Leaning forward, Waylon lowered his voice as though sharing a secret. “The Miracle Doctor isn’t the only one capable of treating something like Seven star spirit poison. It’s said that his disciple—a prodigy—has already surpassed him in skill. Some even claim this disciple is the greatest healer of our time.” Immediately serenity’s interest sharpened, her eyes narrowing slightly. “His disciple?” she repeated. “Do you know who or where he's?” Waylon shook his head, leaning back with a resigned sigh. “No one does, not for certain. But the disciple's reputation has been growing. Unlike the Miracle Doctor, this one occasionally surfaces, helping people in need. If we can track his movements, it might be easier than chasing after a ghost.” At that moment lips curved into a faint smile, her resolve brightening. “A disciple who’s even more skilled than the master,” she murmured. “That’s not just hope—it’s a real chance.”The aft

Upon hearing what her father just said.Jessica’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer to the table, her lips curling into a dismissive smirk. “Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I knew it. This so-called ‘antique’ is nothing more than a cheap flea market find, isn’t it?”Her words hung in the air, drawing the attention of nearby family members. A few stifled chuckles broke the silence, emboldening Jessica further. She turned to her father with mock concern. “Father, you don’t really believe this is anything special, do you? It’s obvious Damien just grabbed the first dusty trinket he could afford in the local market.”One of Jessica’s cousins, leaning against the table, chimed in with a sly grin. “It’s almost insulting, don’t you think? A gift like this? It’s as if he doesn’t take your birthday seriously.”Another relative nodded, their voice loud enough to carry across the room. “You’d think someone with his reputation would try a little harder. But I guess th

At that moment the room was filled with murmurs of disbelief. Guests exchanged skeptical glances, their voices rising in hushed tones.“Is it really worth that much?” one man asked, crossing his arms. “Sounds too good to be true. Could be a scam.”Another guest nodded. “Exactly. Who gives away something so valuable for free? It doesn’t add up.”At that moment Uncle Bernard straightened, his grip on the antique tightening. His voice cut through the noise, firm and commanding. “I understand your doubts, but let me make one thing clear—this is no scam.”The room quieted, the guests turning their attention back to him. He glanced at the antique in his hands before meeting their eyes, his tone unwavering. “I just got off the phone with Jefferson West, the most respected antique expert in this city. Not only did he confirm this piece is genuine, but he also made me an offer—a specific, significant offer to buy it.”Immediately the murmurs stopped completely. The guests exchanged wide-eye

After everyone had left, the room was eerily silent as Damien and Bradley stood face to face. Bradley's reputation loomed like a shadow over the moment. Stories of his ruthlessness, his cold efficiency in dealing with anyone who dared to cross him, were enough to make even the bravest tremble. Yet, Damien stood calm, his expression steady as if the man’s fearsome aura had no effect on him.“You’re Damien,” Bradley said, his voice low and measured, yet carrying the weight of authority. At that moment his sharp eyes bore into Damien, searching for weakness. “Does the name Reece mean anything to you?”The mention of the name made the room seem even quieter. Bradley bodyguards shifted slightly, their postures tense. Everyone in the city knew that anyone connected to Bradley inquiries rarely walked away unscathed.However Damien didn’t flinch. He tilted his head slightly, his tone as calm as ever. “Recce?” he repeated lightly, as though trying to recall. “The name sounds familiar, but I

Uncle Bernard still slumped on the couch, his head heavy in his hands, the weight of his despair almost unbearable. His wife and daughter lingered in the background, their subdued expressions hiding their private relief. Suddenly, a firm knock at the door broke the silence, startling everyone. At that uncle Bernard lifted his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Who could it be at this hour?” he muttered knowing all the guests has left. Jessica glanced at her mother, her unease evident. “Did the guests forget something?” Her mother shook her head. “Unlikely. Everyone’s gone.” The knock came again, steady and deliberate. Unable to ignore it, Uncle Bernard rose to his feet, his legs feeling heavier with each step toward the door. He opened the door, and his breath hitched. Standing there, calm and composed as ever, was Damien. For a moment, uncle Bernard could only stare, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. “Damien...” he finally whispered, his voice tinge