Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3137 Matthew's Letter

The figures of the two gradually faded into the distance. Their footprints vanished without a trace as a gust of wind blew past.

Lucius was sitting dazed inside a bamboo house on the Basha's Sacred Mount, with no sign of Ivy by his side.

Ivy hadn't appeared near Lucius ever since she found out they had sent Matthew down the mountain.

"What kind of sect master am I, being so useless?" A bitter smile spread across Lucius' face.

They were one of the six great sacred mountains in the world, filled with masters and countless secrets, respected as the residents of the mountain by the outside world. Yet, they fell into internal strife over someone's words. Even his daughter didn't want to see him.

Basha's Sacred Mount was located at the borders of Seraphis, Druira, and Montiria. It had maintained its position due to its deep cultural heritage.

Lucius wasn't afraid of the millions of troops outside. Even a million troops could be defeated if Basha's Sacred Mount exerted its full force. However, a sect's most important aspect was its inheritance.

Basha's Sacred Mount would suffer significant casualties if the disciples and elders were exhausted, inevitably leading to a decline in number.

Lucius wouldn't worry about Matthew if he were alone. However, behind him were tens of thousands of disciples and the inheritance. So, he couldn't act rashly. Chirp! Chirp!

call sounded from the windowsill. A white dove

attached to its leg. He quickly got up and

the letter inside after opening the sealed tube. His expression

was the first time Lucius

Matthew led the army out. Ivy's avoidance had added

brought

letter was from Matthew, who was hundreds

hired a professional messenger using ten rice bugs, requiring

bottom of Matthew's letter made Lucius'

Miss Ivy that I'm doing well. We'll discuss the details when I

added a postscript. 'By the way, please take care of the messenger dove for me, Mr. Lucius. Its needs are simple. Three meals a day of various fat

help but mutter, "This

sacred mountains, one of the top experts in the world,

and the white dove on the windowsill exchanged a friendly

helplessly covered his

human language. How on earth

pictured Matthew and the dove having a silent,

Chirp. (At