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.

come to this remote village with such a large force? What brings you here?" Arthur scanned

years since we last met. You look

with our guest from Ink Pavilion."

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slightly. "So, it's the head of Ink Pavilion in person. Forgive my poor eyesight,

to him, Bessie's expression also changed slightly. Neither of them had expected that Quillan Inkwell would personally lead the

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

ago, rumors in the martial world claimed that Mrs Charleston had suffered a severe blow, losing all her

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

am I right?" continued Quillan. "Ink Pavilion

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

are you insulting my intelligence?" Quillan chuckled coldly. As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant from

a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He continued, "I wonder what's

side, Bessie's eyes briefly showed a hint of surprise when she

dumb. Both of you must have something to do with the

the jade pendant was to gauge their reactions, and the result was

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

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

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

welcome to bring your people inside and search for anything that interests you. If you find anything, feel free to

that so?" Quillan narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking for a moment. "Very well, I'll thank you 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

passed quickly, and an hour had gone by before they emerged from

nodded with slightly narrowed eyes. He understood that Arthur and Bessie had allowed his