After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 995

Sylvia woke up at dawn.

She sat on the bed in a daze for a while before starting her morning routine.

It was only 5:30 AM when she checked the time. She changed into sportswear, ready for a morning run.

Life at the Hipps family estate was peaceful, but she always felt an emptiness inside, especially without Franklin. It was as if there was a gaping hole in her heart, letting the wind blow through painfully. The pain was so intense that she almost wanted to dig out her heart to see if it would stop hurting.

Sylvia left the estate, which was nestled halfway up a scenic mountain. She ran down the path, listening to the sound of her shoes against the ground and feeling the sweat gradually bead on her forehead and trickle down her back.

Sometimes she looked up at the fading stars, other times at the last city lights below. The cool morning breeze brushed past her ears as the sun slowly rose over the horizon.

As the golden rays illuminated the world, Sylvia stopped to gaze at the rising sun.

The sun rose every day, and life went on.

Suddenly, she heard a rustling sound by the roadside.

She paused, thinking it might be a small animal. Just as she was about to continue running, she heard faint breathing.

She stopped again and listened carefully. It was indeed breathing.

"Cough, cough-"

A violent coughing sound came from a ditch by the road.

Sylvia was sure someone was there!

In the early morning, the estate's road was empty except for her. Who else would be up so early?

She was about to leave when she heard a voice, "Child, come here. Our meeting is destined by fate. I've been waiting on this road for half a month... finally, I've met you." Sylvia was stunned. Was this person talking to her?

Or to someone else?

She didn't know him. As she hesitated, the voice spoke again, "Don't just stand there, come quickly. It's just you and me here. My time is almost up; this might be our first and last meeting." Sylvia was now almost certain he was talking to her.

She squinted slightly and walked towards the ditch, which was overgrown with tall wild grass. As she walked, she asked, "Are you talking to me? We don't even know each other..."

"It doesn't matter. The bond between people isn't determined by time. Some people leave an unforgettable impression even after one meeting." The person said before starting to cough violently again. By now, Sylvia had climbed into the ditch and pushed aside the wild grass to approach him.

with long white hair,

hung down his chest, making him

elderly men kept such long

man was slumped against a rock, looking weak

doubt that without

appearance, his weathered eyes were bright and focused on Sylvia. "You

confusion. "Why are you here alone? Are

"Child, become my disciple! I'll teach you everything I've learned

Sylvia found his words odd. "What can I learn

is Newman, head of the Sackcloth Sect. Our sect always has only one successor. I... I'm dying." The old man grasped Sylvia's hand with all his strength. "I have

out an old, yellowed book from his tattered robes and handed it to Sylvia. "Child, this is our sect's legacy; it's all

vast and full of

here soon. So I waited." The old man smiled, his wrinkled face relaxing. "It's you! You have great

I've found such

weak. You have a sister... cough... cough! Your love life will

before looking up at Sylvia. "You still don't believe

Sylvia had been educated in materialism for

and formations-they sounded

man might

his expression

couldn't decide

draw a talisman now to transfer all my knowledge to you. Once you accept

A talisman...

of a

talisman and

she saw the old man raise his hand

floating in mid-air before Sylvia's

She was shocked!

what

"This is real."

"Yes!"

man smiled at the symbol

head, spinning rapidly

This...

sensation

later, she

man smiled at her; his eyes had

in this life was to have an ideal successor. Many people harmed me; I am gravely injured. Master doesn't ask you to avenge me;

Sylvia held his hand. "I'll take you to a

has decreed my death; I won't live past today... today... is my... cough-cough-" The old man coughed violently again before spitting out blood and closing his eyes as his head