Indie Lowell’s life had been saved, but her ridians were completely destroyed, leaving her fully paralyzed.
Ronan Warner had taken her to the Frost-Bound Cavern in the Kaelan Mountains, intending to attempt the legendary art of ridian reconstruction.
Leigh Miles always thought it was a long shot but didn’t dare to object, afraid he’d just give up and walk away from the treatnt.
She spent several days on edge until he suddenly returned, radiating a frigid aura, and called Master Aerion and Titus Miles away.
The long wait was agonizing, so she decided to follow her Senior Sister to a mountain waterfall to ditate.
Not until the tenth day did Master Aerion return, utterly exhausted and carrying Titus Miles.
Aurora Sinclair could clearly sense that her master was much weaker, as if he had lost so of his cultivation.
"The Lowell girl is out of danger. You and Young Lord Morgan will depart tomorrow."
"Master, are you all right?" Leigh Miles ran over to check Master Aerion’s pulse, only to get a flick on the forehead.
Master Aerion glared. "What could possibly be wrong with ? If there is anything, it’s you who’s angered into it! Do you have any idea how much that old man Warner charged ? A full one hundred million."
"What? That much? No way, I’m going to find him—" Leigh Miles rolled up her sleeves, ready to march to the Kaelan Mountains.
"Get back here. You clean up your own sses. Here." Master Aerion coughed a few tis, pulled an IOU from his robes, and stuffed it into Leigh Miles’s hand.
Leigh Miles stared at the IOU in her hand, on the verge of tears.
For a sect already drowning in debt, this was just adding insult to injury.
"Senior Sister..."
"Don’t look at her. She hasn’t even paid off her own debts."
Master Aerion coughed again, his face grim, and stord off with a flick of his sleeve.
***
When it was ti to return to Kingsford, Master Aerion unexpectedly kept Titus Miles at Sunstone, letting only the two young won go back with Alvin Morgan.
Before they left, Master Aerion and Alvin Morgan had a private discussion that lasted all night, and the two seed to have reached so kind of agreent.
"After you leave the mountain, you must work hard to pay off this debt. No slacking or trying to pull a fast one, especially you, Leigh Miles." Master Aerion flicked her on the forehead, adding the warning with a glare.
Aurora Sinclair watched him worriedly. Though he looked fine on the surface, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his body had been greatly depleted.
Master Aerion coughed a few more tis and raised a hand to pat Aurora Sinclair’s head. "Dawn Miles, you destroyed the better part of Young Lord Morgan’s martial ridians. From now on, you must be responsible for his personal safety."
Aurora Sinclair’s expression grew solemn, and she nodded gravely.
As the car pulled away, the figures of Master Aerion and Titus Miles shrank in the rearview mirror. Leigh Miles felt a sting in her nose. This was the first ti since she had woken up that she would be separated from Titus for so long, and her heart felt empty.
She turned and buried her face in Aurora Sinclair’s embrace, her voice muffled. "Senior Sister, we’ll co back for winter break."
Aurora Sinclair nodded. "That’s in two months."
"Then let’s save up more money and buy gifts for Master and Tiger."
"Okay..."
Leigh Miles’s eyes lit up. She looked to the front, hugging the back of the driver’s seat. "Hey, Big Spender, can I get a raise?"
Beta Morgan, who was driving, felt his fingers twitch.
Leigh Miles’s salary was deducted entirely from his own.
’It’s not easy being the money man these days!’
***
「On the plane.」
Aurora Sinclair found Alvin Morgan and asked him point-blank, "Morgan, what did my master say to you?"
Alvin Morgan was reading an old to. He looked up at her with a smile and pushed the book toward her.
"He asked to research the Radiant Void Sect’s rules."
"Hmm?" Aurora Sinclair glanced at the archaic characters for "Radiant Void Sect" on the cover and looked at him, confused.
"He wants to find a way for the Sect Leader to get married."
The tips of Aurora Sinclair’s ears instantly turned red. She pursed her lips, shot him a look, and stood up to leave, but he caught her by the wrist.
"I’m just ssing with you! Co, sit..." Alvin Morgan shifted over, patting the spot on the sofa next to him.
Aurora Sinclair’s gaze flickered for a mont before she obediently sat down.
"This is a fragnted Fist Technique manual. He wants to find a way to progress further with it."
Aurora Sinclair glanced at the contents and gasped, imdiately taking it for a closer look. It was the Radiant Void Sect’s ultimate cultivation technique, the *Radiant Void Boxing Manual*.
Alvin Morgan grasped her shoulders and said earnestly, "He said that for decades, your sect has only been able to master it up to the sixth layer. He hopes you can break through to the Seventh Layer."
"Why wouldn’t he teach himself?" Aurora Sinclair asked, her voice filled with dejection.
"Perhaps he truly couldn’t find a way..." Alvin Morgan’s eyes darkened.
’Master Aerion had been in bad shape last night. Sothing was clearly wrong with his body, but he had forced himself to stay up and talk with all night. He recounted every last detail of Aurora Sinclair’s life, from childhood to the present day, before finally entrusting the boxing manual to .’
’"Protect the boxing manual. Let her beco the new Guardian..."’
’"Why choose ?"’
’"Leigh Miles said you brought her back to her senses."’
’"Just for that?"’
’"A single thought can lead to good or to evil, to enlightennt or to damnation. The line between them is razor-thin, decided in an instant. You happened to catch hold of her goodness. I hope you can keep holding on..."’
***
"Morgan? Does Master really want to break through to the Seventh Layer?" Aurora Sinclair tugged on his sleeve, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
Alvin Morgan smiled and patted her on the head. "Of course he does."
Aurora Sinclair nodded gravely.
Alvin Morgan ruffled her hair again. "When we get back, you and Leigh Miles should move into the Morgan Residence."
"Hmm?"
"I’m injured. I need round-the-clock protection."
"..."
As the plane landed, black cars from the Martial Affairs Bureau surrounded the Lockwood Family’s private airstrip.
Kevin Whitlock and his n blocked the Morgans’ car.
"Young Master Whitlock, what is the aning of this?" Beta Morgan’s expression faltered as he stepped forward to confront them.
Kevin Whitlock shot Beta Morgan a dark look before turning his gaze to Aurora Sinclair. "The Guthrie Family filed a report. Joyce Guthrie’s body was found dumped in the wild. Aurora Sinclair is currently the pri suspect."
Beta Morgan was the first to speak up. "Are you kidding ? Aurora has been with us this entire ti. How could she have possibly killed soone?"
"And what about hiring a hitman?" Kevin Whitlock retorted, staring at Aurora Sinclair and enunciating every word.
Alvin Morgan’s expression darkened. "Where’s your evidence?"
"She has more than enough motive. Ten days ago, Joyce Guthrie plotted to kidnap Aurora Sinclair and hired n to torture her to death, but the attempt failed. However, three days after the incident, Joyce herself was killed in the exact sa way."
A chill ran down Kevin Whitlock’s spine as he recalled Joyce Guthrie’s mangled corpse.
’What kind of grudge would lead soone to do that to a girl?’
At the thought, his gaze toward Aurora Sinclair grew even more hostile.
’She’s a demon. Of course she’d be ruthless.’
Alvin Morgan’s eyes narrowed. "It wasn’t her. We’ve been on Sunstone these past few days. There’s no cell service there."
Kevin Whitlock clenched his fists. "We’ll find out if it was her after so questioning. Take her away—"
The uniford agents beside him moved forward to handcuff Aurora Sinclair but were blocked by the Morgans.
"If you want to interrogate soone, then take us both. After all, when it cos to hiring soone to commit assault, I’m an even bigger suspect than she is." Alvin Morgan gave a cold laugh, took Aurora Sinclair’s hand, and strode forward.
The Martial Affairs Bureau agents exchanged glances. They didn’t dare lay a hand on the Morgans, so they could only walk along beside them.
News that Alvin Morgan had led Aurora Sinclair into an interrogation room quickly reached the director of the Martial Affairs Bureau. Terrified, he imdiately rushed over and personally invited the pair into his office.
Kevin Whitlock frowned, deeply displeased, but the director just reprimanded him for acting so rashly.
"Young Lord Morgan, you’re obviously not a suspect. We have to make sure we’re after the right people, don’t we, Young Lord Morgan?"
Alvin Morgan sneered. "Don’t be so sure. What if I was the one who gave the order?"
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