NovelAppAs the departure tapproached, Dillon escorted Jared to the airship’s docking location.
Faiyar bid Jared farewell with tears in his eyes, knowing that their paths might not cross again. With Dillon's guidance, Jared boarded the airship without any formal inspection.
Unbeknownst to Jared, however, someone was watching him board the airship before swiftly leaving.
“Mr. Mueller, Jared has boarded the airship headed for Lunarius Palace,” a messenger promptly relayed the information to Keiran as soon as Jared boarded the airship.
By now, Keiran had left the vicinity of Pathfinder Sect, his countenance shrouded in gloom.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlthough Moses had deliberately let him go, Keiran was reluctant to give up.
Moreover, Jared was a prized target marked by the Demon Seal Alliance. Keiran would secure the lucrative bounty they offered if he managed to slay Jared.
“Understood,” Keiran responded with a fleeting, cold smirk playing at his lips.
At that moment, Jared stood in awe as he gazed upon Pathfinder Sect’s grand airship. Its sheer size was enough to accommodate hundreds of cultivators.
Guided by Dillon, Jared navigated through a maze of corridors until they reached the opulent first-class cabins.
Opening the door to one of them, Dillon turned to Jared with a courteous smile. “Mr. Chance, this will be your resting quarters for the journey. I'll assign someone to cater to your needs, so don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything,” Dillon offered graciously to thank Jared for the communication devices.
Jared expressed his gratitude, “Thank you very much, Mr. Sawyer!” “You're welcome,” Dillon replied with a reassuring tone before cautioning, “Despite my presence, there might be swho covet our airship. Should you hear any disturbances, Mr. Chance, rest assured, I'll handle it.” His confidence spoke volumes of his experience in flying this route.
“Understood,” Jared nodded solemnly.
Even without Dillon's caution, he would not have shown himself. If he encountered someone who recognized him and his identity was exposed, it could spell trouble for him.
His priority was obtaining the Demonia Stone from the Lunarius Palace and leaving promptly thereafter.
Jared secured the door behind him and carefully set up a small arcane array before beginning his cultivation.
As the airship took off, it embarked on its journey toward the southernmost point of Demonia Mountain.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEngrossed in his cultivation, Jared lost track of tas the landscape passed by below.
Suddenly, the airship shuddered to a halt, but Jared remained unperturbed. After all, Dillon had told him if anything were to happen, he needn’t concern himself with it.
At that moment, the airship was surrounded by over a dozen vicious cultivators, each exuding an intimidating aura.
“This airship belongs to Pathfinder Sect. We humbly request your benevolence. If you seek resources, | can offer you a token. With it, you may gather supplies from any of our branch sects,” Dillon implored, stepping forward with a group of disciples trailing behind him.
Recognizing the dangers of the journey to Lunarius Palace, Dillon had assembled a larger escort than usual for their protection.
“Mr. Sawyer, the resources we seek today are beyond your capacity to provide,” sneered a man with a single eye, exuding an aura of formidable strength as an Eighth Level Tribulator.
Behind him, his companions wielded an array of mystical weapons, each matching the power of a Fifth or Sixth Level Tribulator.
Dillon's brow creased slightly. He was merely an Eighth Level Tribulator, and he knew that his disciples, mostly Second or Third Level, were ill- equipped to handle such a formidable force.
If it cdown to a fight, they'd be vastly outnumbered and outmatched.
Yet, if all the cultivators aboard the airship joined forces, they might have a fighting chance. But would they be willing to step up?
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