A Man Like None Other

Chapter 4287 Too Cruel

At the Soul Demon Sect, things had shifted considerably. Faiyar had become dual cultivation partners with Serena, and together they now managed most of the sect’s affairs.

With Faiyar and Serena handling the daily responsibilities, Trystan had found himself with ample free time, dedicating it solely to his solitary training. His days were now spent refining his skills in isolation.

“Ms. Pruitt, a few cultivators are outside requesting an audience,” a disciple announced as he entered the grand hall, addressing Serena with a respectful bow.

“They’re probably here for body restoration,” Serena replied, her tone calm but authoritative. “Let them in.”

The Soul Demon Sect was famous across the realm for their mastery in physical body restoration. Many prestigious families and powerful clans that had disciples whose body had been destroyed, would bring the remnants of their soul here, hoping for a chance at rebuilding their physical form.

Moments later, a red-haired elder entered, followed by several disciples. However, with just a glance, Faiyar could tell these visitors weren’t here for restoration. They carried no soul remnants. Having once existed as a mere soul remnant himself for so long, Faiyar had developed a keen sensitivity to such things. He could immediately discern whether or not someone carried the fragments of a soul.

Serena frowned, sensing something unusual about the group. “Have you come to restore your physical bodies?”

let out a soft chuckle. “Serena, it seems time has erased me from your memory. I can’t blame you, though. When I left, you were

at the elder

is Cassius Dykes, your father’s junior apprentice. Your father and I studied together under

father never mentioned you to me. However, since you’re my father’s junior, please wait for a moment. My father is currently in seclusion. Allow me to wake him

these years, Trystan is still so diligent? I

make sure he is

chair, her

Faiyar asked, rushing

Bone Sect. They consume human blood and bones as part of their rituals.

voice dropped to a near whisper, filled with dread. “I don’t know what his true intentions are, but I fear we’re not prepared to deal with him on

to Serena’s explanation, Faiyar was taken

Facing someone of his caliber was far beyond their current abilities. Even if Trystan were to join the fray, and with the full strength of the