Soluna Hall had one rule-they wouldn’t accept unfamiliar customers. They only served those they knew well or people introduced by someone they trusted.

Every transaction required an appointment. Exceptions were made for urgent matters, but those came with an additional fee.

When Dustin reached the entrance, two security guards stopped him. After stating his name and being verified by the guards, they let him through.

Inside, a female attendant with a pleasant smile greeted him and led him across the main hall straight into the back garden. They passed a small fish pond and stopped in front of a secluded private room.

“This is Ms. Linsor’s private reception area. Mr. Rhys, please come in,” the female attendant said with a smile.

“She’s not here?” Dustin asked curiously.

“She had something come up, but she’ll be here soon. Please make yourself comfortable,” the attendant said, still smiling.

“Alright then.” He nodded and walked into the room.

The room was spacious, with a vintage yet elegant design that gave it a distinct charm. A subtle fragrance lingered in the air, refreshing and uplifting.

Cut-up fruit, snacks, and warm tea were already on the table.

Dustin glanced around, and his eyes landed on a bookshelf against the wall.

of subjects. He scanned the collection and eventually

book chronicled legendary figures from throughout history. Some had ruled the regions, others had accomplished feats of incredible power, and some

ago, a swordsman stood alone to guard a city, and no army

about beings who could move mountains, calm rivers, subdue

a beggar who laughed three times. He took one

these tales

to more recent timelines, his eyes landed on the name Arion Foyer, the sage

once at the peak of their power, were completely wiped out overnight. To this day, not a single trace

held the top spot on the Champ-Tier List, and no one was able to

more about Arion and his

wasting time, and showing no interest in cultivation. He either slept or wandered aimlessly and was never once

by the demon sect, went berserk. In a fit of rage, he single-handedly wiped out the entire sect with just

pages. Each legendary story felt almost like a myth that stirred something deep within him. He wondered if, one day, he would have

to keep you

veil, finally walked in. She glanced at the book in his hands but said nothing. Instead, she sat across from him and poured two

the book back on the shelf, then smiled

had to

to charge me for this, right?” He

And it’s going to be

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