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."

you need an immense amount of energy. At least, ordinary cultivators can't manage it. Even freshly ascended gods wouldn't be able to provide that kind of energy." Suddenly, the man on the ground let out

weren't ordinary shackles; they

cascading down 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

lowered his gaze, his long lashes casting shadows over his emotions. His idle hand twitched slightly, betraying his unease and wariness. "Are you really

an unblemished expression on the calculating man. It was as if two souls

his hand. A surge of spiritual energy 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

never relied on Raymond's natural spiritual body. She had her own principles. Her spiritual energy and

down from his shoulders to his chest, stained

widened as he caught sight of the Quellblade at her waist. His once clear

back, slapping a talisman onto his forehead. "Now,

turned crimson, fixated on

hilt of the sword. "If you still have your memories, you should know

called Quellblade," Raymond said, his

her gaze steady

remained silent, his gaze shifting