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?”

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

the elder

your father’s junior apprentice. Your father and I studied together under the same master. Hasn’t

“I’m sorry, my 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 up and catch

Trystan is still so diligent? I guess I’ll wait for him!”

and make sure he is well taken care of!” Serena ordered

her chair, her body trembling and drenched in

asked, rushing over in

as part of their rituals. My father founded the Soul

true intentions are, but I fear we’re not

Serena’s explanation, Faiyar

beyond their current abilities. Even if Trystan were to join