The ultimate husband

Circe paid the pupils no mind as her expression remained ice-cold and unmoving. She opened her mouth to speak, her ice-cold voice ringing through the Wudang Sect.

"I am Circe Newman from the Lange household. Have Graham Potter see me immediately."

Her voice was soft, but it radiated unspeakable power.

The square fell silent as the pupils glanced at each other. The Wudang Sect and the Langes were now deadly enemies, and they would have never guessed that Circe would be so brave as to break into the Wudang Sect on her own.

Circe Newman?

The Wudang Sect was one of the proper sects of the New World, whether one liked it or not. Did the lady have a death wish showing up alone with the intention to provoke?

A long silence passed before an elite pupil stepped out of the crowd to stare at Circe with the ghost of a smile on his face.

"And here I was, thinking who that was. It's the Lange beauty! Why are you looking for our Sect Master? Have you come to offer your hand in marriage so you can be his wife? Heh. It's a pity Brother Graham is the Sect Master now. He's way too good for you." As the words rang through the air, the crowd burst into laughter.

Everyone knew that Graham and Circe were deeply in love, to the point where they had been close to getting married, only for things to take a sharp turn.

been framed

"How dare you!"

at the words,

tearing through the air to land on the ground. She drove her long

chest was struck immediately. He fell onto the ground, losing

pupils could hardly contain

thought that Circe, who appeared to be so frail and

"Get her!"

pupils returned to their senses. They cried out loud, wielding their long

was not panicked

niece. Is that why he isn't showing himself? Alright, I'll kill at his

Circe met the pupils head-on as a fierce

be seen

pupils had barely come to their senses before they had been

she would never launch into a massacre like that regularly. However, she was riddled with panic about finding

"Stop!"