Lucius vanished before Morgana’s eyes, leaving her utterly bewildered. She couldn’t fathom how he disappeared into thin air in an instant. However, it didn’t take long for her to deduce that he must have been transported to another realm through the power of the ring. Her shock transformed into furious rage, her teeth gritting together as she let out a roaring protest. “You’re so biased, old man! You claimed that neither Lucius nor I were worthy of your inheritance, yet you gifted him a magical weapon capable of teleportation! Why should I be denied such power? Why? Tell me! Tell me!”

As Morvel Bazin’s cave and the grievously wounded Lucius vanished, the valley echoed only with Morgana’s hysterical outburst. After a while, she wiped the blood off her sword with an expressionless face, returning it to its sheath. Her voice turned cold as she declared, “Brother, from this day forward, we are sworn enemies.”

With a step back, she descended the mountain.

Over ten days later, as she relentlessly rushed through the southern province, Morgana discovered that Lucius Clark had been buried deep within the earth and his cherished daughter Maria had disappeared without a trace.

Morgana exhumed Lucius’s tomb, confirming his demise and the absence of the ring. From that moment on, she embarked on a three-hundred-year pursuit of Maria. Having witnessed the ring’s power to teleport individuals over vast distances when lives hung in the balance, she stressed to those hunting Maria that she must be captured alive and unharmed. However, despite her relentless efforts, Morgana failed to recapture Maria throughout the years. This failure left her seething with anger.

After some time, Morgana found herself lost in her thoughts while at the residence of the Warriors Den. Reflecting on those past centuries, a deep resentment lingered within her.

In her relentless pursuit of Maria, she had also sought the master’s inheritance. Yet, despite her tireless searching, she had found no leads for countless years.

Over two decades ago, a young couple had entered the Mountain armed with clues they had stumbled upon overseas. Morgana had always suspected that they had obtained the Master’s inheritance, but this hypothesis remained unverified. For more than two decades, she had strived to confirm her conjecture, exhausting every avenue available to her, yet the answer she sought remained elusive.

Now, with the sudden revelation of another descendant claiming the Master’s legacy and using the Master’s portrait as a warning, Morgana experienced an unprecedented sense of crisis and oppression.

Although she dared not venture to Aurous Hill, she decided to return to Shiwan Mountain in her quest to find the Master’s millennia-old practice. Ever cautious, she refrained from entering China directly, choosing instead to journey through Burma.

Myanmar shared a border spanning thousands of kilometers with the southern province. Morgana chose this route because it allowed her to cross the border alone and infiltrate the southern province unnoticed.

than Myanmar. However, Morgana planned to visit Lucius Clark’s grave in the southern province before proceeding to Shiwan

Hot Springs Villa in Aurous Hill, the Evans family anxiously awaited Lydia’s return. An entire day had passed and there was still no sign of him. Food and drink were forgotten as the family longed to see Lydia and confirm with

opened the door, “Mr. Evans,

finest chef. I personally supervised the ingredients and watched over the cooking process. When I serve the

Albert to be so meticulous and thorough. Surprised and grateful,

You are all Master Wade’s relatives and I am just a subordinate of Master Wade. It is only right for me to serve

had much appetite lately. Honestly, we’re not very hungry at the moment. We don’t know what’s happened to our Rowan, no news, no sign of him. We

Samuel Evans sighed involuntarily. “Don Albert,

finest banquet and wine, but he didn’t disclose any further details. However,

“Don Albert, are you suggesting… Is

filled Lady Evans’s voice as she exclaimed, “So

chuckled, “Mr. Evans, Mrs. Evans, Master Wade merely tasked me with arranging the grandest feast and acquiring the finest wine.

joy. As she wiped them away, she stammered, “Lydia is coming… Desmond,

there’s anything I can do to

of his favorite childhood dishes. I still remember he loved my fried eggplant boxes. Go and

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