“Alright…” Jared took Rowena’s pouch and set it aside. To him, her resources were barely enough to make a difference, but he did not say it out loud. Rowena still did not leave. Instead, she suddenly began taking off her clothes.
“Ms. Graves, what are you doing?” Jared’s eyes widened as he stared at her.
Rowena’s voice was steady. “I know your injuries are serious, Mr. Chance. If someone does dual cultivation with you, you’ll recover much faster.”
Rowena finished speaking and sat down beside Jared. Jared let out a soft sigh. To recover faster, he had no choice but to do what had to be done.
Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Nethergate Sect, Neville was about to rest when a disciple hurried in.
“Mr. Contreras, Ms. Vale from Earth Fiend Sect has arrived!” the disciple reported. Neville frowned. “She’s here?”
He did not believe the Earth Fiend Sect would dare stir trouble on his territory. Even if they had the courage, they would not act recklessly here.
“How many came with her?” Neville asked.
“Ms. Vale came alone…” the disciple reported.
Hearing that she came without company, Neville’s frown deepened, though he waved a hand. “Show her in.”
The disciple stepped back and soon returned, guiding Ms. Vale into the hall.
“Ms. Vale, what brings you to the Nethergate Sect today? Surely it isn’t to demand justice for Grand Elder Elmer?” Neville asked, his expression stern.
“You misunderstand, Mr. Contreras,” Ms. Vale said with a faint smile. “Grand Elder Elmer showed you disrespect, and the fact that you stopped at destroying his mortal body was already a mercy. How could I possibly come to demand anything?”
Neville was momentarily taken aback. But judging by her calm demeanor, she was sincere. His expression softened almost immediately.
“Please, have a seat,” Neville said.
“Thank you,” Sylvia replied, sitting gracefully as befitted someone of her status.
Neville asked, “Ms. Vale, why have you come to the Nethergate Sect today?”
“Mr. Contreras, I came to see Mr. Chance, and to apologize to him personally,” Sylvia said calmly.
“Apologize?” Neville blinked, momentarily stunned.
Earth Fiend Sect had sent elite cultivators to capture Jared, so why this sudden change?
“Grand Elder Elmer acted on his own, bringing several experts and showing disrespect to Mr. Chance,” Sylvia explained, her hands open in a gesture of sincerity. “When I found out, I was deeply ashamed, so I came to offer an apology.”
Neville’s confusion deepened. He stared at her. “Weren’t you following the Soul Devourer’s orders to take Jared?”
“I believe there are many misunderstandings,” Sylvia replied gently. “If Mr. Chance is here, may I speak with him face-to-face to clarify everything?”
Neville exhaled and nodded. “He is here… Recovering. But his injuries are quite severe.”
“Then don’t let Mr. Chance wander off. I’ll go see him myself,” Sylvia said quickly, rising slightly from her seat. “Mr. Contreras, would you lead the way?”
Neville nodded and led her to Jared’s room.
Just as they reached the door, muffled gasps and ragged breaths drifted out. The sound was rhythmic and intense, impossible to ignore.
Sylvia’s lips curved into a quiet laugh. “I didn’t expect Mr. Chance to have… such hobbies…”
Neville’s face flushed as he quickly explained, “He’s badly hurt. I had a female disciple perform dual cultivation with him to speed up his recovery…”
Sylvia only smiled softly, saying nothing. She waited quietly outside, knowing better than to interrupt.
Several hours later, the door finally opened. Rowena emerged, cheeks flushed, walking unsteadily.
When she saw Neville and Sylvia at the door, she froze in place, eyes wide with surprise.
