The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 354

Chapter 354

Madison waved her hand, and the iron chains snapped apart, causing the naked man to crash to the ground with a thud. His fall stirred up a cloud of dust.

She stepped closer, bent slightly, and brushed aside the long, dark hair covering the man's face.

Though she had already anticipated the answer, Madison's hand hesitated for a moment upon seeing the man's features.

"Raymond," she whispered softly, her voice barely above a breath.

She whispered his name softly before letting her hand drop, allowing the hair to fall back over his face.

The system chimed in, sounding uneasy, "Should we do something? He doesn't seem very friendly!"

Taking a deep breath, Madison replied, "He has a natural spiritual body. Malcolm found him and used his blood to replenish his spiritual energy. But why is someone from the other world here? Especially him."

To travel between two worlds, you need an immense amount of energy. At least, ordinary cultivators can't manage it. Even

broken chains. These weren't ordinary shackles; they were spirit-binding chains specifically designed

as blood still seeped from the wound in his chest. Yet he appeared oblivious to his injuries. His amber eyes were clear and innocent as they locked onto Madison. Those eyes were as pure as a

lashes casting shadows over his emotions. His idle hand twitched slightly, betraying his unease and wariness. "Are you really Raymond?" Madison

known Raymond for years and had never seen such an unblemished expression on the calculating man. It was as if two souls shared one guise. But this soul, body,

flowed from his fingertips into Madison's body. Frowning, Madison stepped closer, pinching his forehead with two fingers. "Didn't I tell you not to display your innate spiritual energy so freely? Do you want to

spiritual body. She had her own principles.

bewildered. His silky black hair cascaded down from his shoulders to his chest, stained with blood from the wound in

as he caught sight of the Quellblade at her waist. His once clear gaze was now ignited with murderous intent. He lunged at Madison, attempting

a talisman onto his forehead.

eyes turned crimson, fixated

sword. "If you still have your memories, you should know this

Quellblade," Raymond said, his

named it," Madison replied, her gaze steady as she looked at

shifting from the Quellblade to