The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 501 The Head of Ink Pavilion, Quillan Inkwell

"Bob, have you mentioned this matter to Mr Hum?" Night Orchid continued after a brief pause.

"I mentioned it briefly," Bob Stokes nodded. "But it seems that the old man isn't interested. I told him as much as I knew, but he didn't ask any further questions. I suspect he knows something but is unwilling to tell me."

"Most likely," Soul Chaser agreed, tapping his lips. "I wonder what they're hiding."

"By the way, Bob, does Mr Hum know that Ink Pavilion is targeting this place? Isn't he concerned about the situation here?"

"I asked him, and he just told me to mind my own business and not to worry about it."

"Alright." Soul Chaser shrugged.

"It's about time. Let's follow them and see what's happening." Ian Blade suggested.

"Agreed," Bob Stokes nodded and then turned to a man from Central Sky Office behind him. "Notify everyone to stay put here and wait for my call."

"Understood!" the man nodded.

Subsequently, Bob Stokes and his group headed in the direction of the village.

Meanwhile, the three groups sent by Ink Pavilion had already arrived at a large grassy area outside the village. The leader of these groups was none other than the head of Ink Pavilion, Quillan Inkwell. He still wore a black-and-white mask on his face.

Shortly after, the sound of footsteps echoed, and Arthur and Bessie led a hundred men and women out of the village. The men and women were all dressed in martial attire, with serious expressions and no hin of emotion on their faces.

to this remote village with such a large force? What brings

since we last met. You look more spirited

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of Ink Pavilion in person. Forgive my poor eyesight, I didn't recognize you. My apologies for

expression also changed slightly. Neither of them had expected that Quillan Inkwell would personally

Fowler." Quillan replied. "And this lady must be Mrs Charleston,

severe blow, losing all her cultivation. Now, looking back, it seems those rumors

why has the esteemed Master of Ink Pavilion graced us with your presence?" Bessie Charleston

some precious treasure for Glavale, am I right?" continued Quillan. "Ink Pavilion is quite curious about this, and I'd like to

"My old lady and I are simply tired of the martial world and decided to find a place to retire. We've been living

Fowler, are you insulting my intelligence?" Quillan chuckled coldly. As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant from his pocket. "You two should recognize

curiosity in his eyes. He continued, "I wonder what's special about

hint of surprise

something to do with the

reason he brought out the jade pendant was to gauge their

you can provide some details, Mr Fowler, consider it a significant favor for Ink Pavilion. If both of you have

Ink Pavilion's master came for a jade pendant?" Bessie responded, "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. In this village, apart from some moderately valuable medicinal herbs, there's nothing else of value, let alone any jade pendants. If you don't believe me, you can bring your people in to search. If you find anything of interest,

eyes, thought for a moment, and continued, "In that case, I thank

Pavilion Lord, if you don't believe us, you're welcome to bring your people inside and search for anything that interests you. If you find anything, feel free to take

both." With that, he waved his hand, and three to four hundred of his followers swiftly moved toward the village. Arthur and Bessie exchanged a glance but made no attempt to stop them, allowing the Ink Pavilion group to enter the village. In the village, every house's doors were wide open, and there were no locked doors. However, there

of each house, leaving no corner unexamined. Time passed quickly, and an hour had gone by before they emerged from the village. The leader of the group approached Quillan and shook his head, saying, "My

had allowed his people to enter the village, which meant