On the screen, Dawn Miles held a very familiar-looking token. Once Alvin Morgan could clearly see the ancient characters on it, he asked in surprise, "You went to Niphoria?"
Dawn Miles nodded. "Ditto Miles couldn’t analyze the token’s composition."
Alvin Morgan’s eyes widened for a mont, then he examined the token more closely. "Aurora, have Ditto send the scan data."
"Okay."
Soon, he received a 3D schematic view showing its basic information: length, width, height, mass density, as well as videos and photos of the token from every angle.
"Aurora, do you know the origin of this token?"
"The Sherwood Clan’s historical records state that it was bestowed upon them by the Harrow Royals during the Ancient Tis."
"The Ancient Tis?"
’If it’s from the Ancient Tis, the token should have been corroded by various elents in the air long ago. It’s impossible for it to be this perfectly preserved.’
"Aurora, what does the material feel like?"
Dawn Miles replied with so hesitation, "Like tal. It’s a bit heavy and cool to the touch."
Alvin Morgan looked at the 3D model on his computer. It was indeed made of a solid substance.
"Aurora, when are you coming back?"
"Not sure."
Alvin Morgan’s expression dimd. "I need the physical object to analyze it accurately."
Dawn Miles thought for a mont. "Then I’ll have Grace send soone to deliver it to you."
"I want to co find you."
Dawn Miles shook her head. "Morgan, you haven’t reached the Third Layer yet."
Alvin Morgan froze, a wry laugh escaping him.
Seeing him remain silent, Dawn Miles felt an inexplicable sense of awkwardness and said directly, "I’ll send you an address. How about you go there to learn martial arts?"
"A martial arts gym you opened?"
Dawn Miles nodded. "I opened it with a friend."
"Were you there this whole ti?"
"Mhm..."
"Alright, I’ll go check it out."
After they hung up, Alvin Morgan looked at the address sent to his screen and chuckled softly.
"Dean Morgan, contact the Old Master. Tell him I’m taking a leave of absence..."
***
After hanging up, Dawn Miles let out an unexpected sigh of relief.
"Young Lord Morgan, what did he say?" Grace Sherwood asked cautiously.
"He said he needs to see the physical object to analyze it."
"Then should I make a trip to Veridia?"
Dawn Miles nodded. "I’ll have to trouble you, then."
As they were speaking, Hugo Sherwood’s voice suddenly ca from outside. "Family Head, the Regulator is asking why you summoned him."
Panic instantly flooded Grace Sherwood’s face. She had almost forgotten that she was the one who had sent for him. At the ti, she had suspected Aurora Sinclair was going to help the Harrow Family harm them. But now that the two of them had reconciled, she was in an incredibly awkward position.
Dawn Miles pressed her lips together and said in an altered voice, "Let him in. I have sothing to ask him."
Grace Sherwood was petrified. "Sin—"
Dawn Miles made a hushing gesture and sat back down with a calm expression. "Go open the door."
Suppressing her fear, Grace Sherwood walked to the entrance and opened the door.
A very imposing middle-aged man walked in slowly.
After observing the three people in the room, his eyebrows rose slightly. He didn’t seem to expect that the powerful individual inside would be so young, and a woman at that.
He couldn’t help but perform an Ancient Martial Ceremony bow toward Dawn Miles. "My Lady, I am Serene, a Basic Supervisor from Arcadia."
Dawn Miles had seen him before. He had previously accompanied that man of unfathomable power when they ca looking for her.
"How is the investigation into the Chaleons going?"
The man’s expression grew stern. He glanced at Grace Sherwood, and only after she had left the room did he lower his head slightly and reply, "Aside from one person, all Chaleons within Arcadia’s borders have been eliminated."
"Hm?"
"She has already severed her own ridians and can no longer engage in Martial Cultivation."
Dawn Miles tapped her fingers on the table and asked lightly, "Did you do it all yourself?"
"Yes."
A dark glint flashed through Dawn Miles’s eyes. "Were you also the one who acted within Veridia’s borders?"
"Yes. Except for Veridia’s new Guardian, who took care of herself, I personally eliminated all the others."
"Veridia’s new Guardian is a Chaleon?"
"Yes. Kael Miles and I personally saw her hair change color..."
The Basic Supervisor suddenly hesitated.
"Is there sothing you need to say?"
"Her identity is... Kael Miles’s grand-disciple..." He raised his head slightly to look at the woman sitting in the chair.
Dawn Miles was inwardly startled, but her expression didn’t change. She just gave a calm nod. "I will report it to The Holy Mountain..."
A cold sneer spread across his face. "I’m afraid you won’t get the chance! Aurora Sinclair..."
Dawn Miles’s expression changed, and she quickly shot out of her chair, dodging his attack.
"The Holy Mountain has no female Regulators. To think it’s really you. With no Kael Miles or Master Aerion to protect you this ti, let’s see how you escape..."
***
The wind howled and the clouds gathered.
The pressure in the courtyard grew heavier and heavier.
A murderous aura filled the air—the calm before a storm.
It sent the Sherwood Clansn outside fleeing in terror.
Having just arrived outside The Sherwood Manor, Elias Lennox’s expression changed. He cast aside all other concerns and rushed directly into the compound.
By the ti he reached the Sherwood Clan’s ancestral hall, he saw a slender figure sent flying back more than a dozen steps by a palm strike, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
As the Basic Supervisor launched a second palm strike, Elias Lennox swiftly moved to intercept it.
Both were forced back two or three steps, and they eyed each other warily.
Suddenly, a clear, cold voice cried out, "Get out of the way—"
A red laser beam grazed past Elias Lennox’s body and shot toward the Regulator.
The Regulator’s face fell.
’This weapon is obviously from the Morgan Family.’
But in the instant he was stunned, a silver glint shot straight for his face.
Although he dodged it imdiately, he caught a whiff of a strange odor, and his body instantly went numb.
Elias Lennox seized the opportunity to close the distance, striking him in the chest and severely injuring his ridians.
The Regulator clutched his chest, staring at Elias Lennox’s unfamiliar face as he said angrily, "You... you dare attack a Regulator..."
Elias Lennox let out a soft laugh. "I’ve seen shaless people, but never anyone as shaless as you. Hitting a woman is one thing, but you aid for her chest? You old perv! Today, I’m gonna teach you how to be a decent human being—"
Just then, Ditto Miles, who was standing in front of Dawn Miles, suddenly spoke: "Deactivating Primary Guardian Mode. Bind the enemy?"
"Bind him—"
A special tal cord then shot out from Ditto Miles’s body, precisely binding the Regulator.
Ever since becoming a Regulator, Serene had never felt so aggrieved. He glared furiously at the young woman and man before him.
"Aurora Sinclair, do you have any idea what you’re doing?"
Elias Lennox dug a finger in his ear. "What’s the big deal? We’re just tying up an old perv."
"You... To spout such arrogant nonsense and attack a Regulator of The Holy Mountain is a cri punishable by death—" Serene was so furious he was seeing red, wishing he could strike down the scoundrel before him.
Dawn Miles glanced at him and replied coolly, "You attacked first."
After speaking, she had Ditto Miles play the recorded video for him. "You need evidence to back up your claims."
"You..."
Serene’s face was ashen with rage. It was the first ti he had ever seen soone record a fight.
Dawn Miles continued, "I have already severed my ridians, returning my skills to Sunstone. You and Grandmaster Kael Miles let go back then. Are you going back on your word now? Are you showing contempt for Sunstone? Or is The Holy Mountain’s credit just that poor?"
Serene’s eyes widened abruptly, as if he had never encountered such a situation before.
"Ditto Miles, take a picture of his face. My master used to say that for a righteous person, ten years is not too late for revenge. When I beco the Guardian again, I will be sure to pay you a visit."
"You..."
Dawn Miles looked him in the eye and said earnestly, "Four years and three months to go."
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