When Charlie and Maria landed at Interlocken Airport, a sleek private jet had just soared into the skies, bound for Eastcliff.

Each day, a multitude of private and business jets, courtesy of leasing firms, ferried passengers from provincial capitals to Eastcliff, the bustling capital. This particular flight drew no special attention.

The Wade family’s Gulfstream had been waiting here for a while. Once Charlie and Maria cleared security and boarded the plane, the captain promptly secured clearance from the tower for takeoff, and they were on their way to Aurous Hill.

During the ascent, Charlie continued to twist a bracelet carved from agarwood. Amid the quiet hum of the engines, he suddenly turned to Maria.

“Ms. Clark,” he began, “That teacher you met today, aside from trying to dissuade me, did she mention when I might return to the Eternal Mountains?”

Maria shook her head and replied, “The Master only emphasized the perilous nature of the Mountains and strongly advised against your return. She didn’t specify a timeframe. It’s possible you may never return there, for safety’s sake.”

Charlie furrowed his brow.

may not be powerful enough now, that place feels

asserted firmly, “Young Master, I believe it’s best to steer clear of the Mountains for the foreseeable future. Rather than fixate on returning there, it

Palace is open, can I go

Morgana, who has already opened

teacher’s words, even if spoken through

Shiwan. Morvel likely harbored a centuries-old conspiracy, patiently biding his time. Perhaps he had discovered a path

to

on Jagoan’s Heavenly Thunder, Morvel would never be as passive. Having lived a thousand years,

before Morvel’s Taoist

looked intrigued. “What

your current environment, you must seek new surroundings to break through. It’s akin to a gold rush. Prospectors continuously migrate until they discover gold. Staying in a stagnant

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