Chapter 5574

“Sir… Mr. Chance, finding you is a blessing beyond words. I feared I would never repay the kindness your father once showed me.” Excitement cracked in Maxwell’s voice like distant thunder.

Jared understood. Maxwell must also have been lifted by his father’s grace—another life woven into the Heavenly Dragon Hall’s legacy.

“First things first-get me out of here,” Jared urged. “I need to reach level eight at once. Celestial Palace may already be in danger.”

Maxwell leaned in, star-flecked eyes glinting like naked steel beneath torchlight. “Mr. Chance,” he said, his voice the whisper of a thousand blades sliding free, “level eight will swallow you whole in your present state. Allow me to pour an ancient legacy into you. Your strength will surge and quickly.”

The offer struck Jared like a hammer. He bobbed his head so fast his hair whipped across his brow. “Then what are we waiting for? Do it-right now!”

At the very rim of level eight, before the towering gates of the Celestial Palace, silence pressed down like a thunderhead ready to burst.

No warrior so much as twitched. Breath itself felt like an affront while dread congealed in the air, thick enough to choke on.