Chapter 5802

Jared’s brow knit, jaw tight. “How did you end up this battered?”

He pulled three healing pills of his own making-pearly, fragrant and slipped them between Paxton’s mouth before any protest could form. A ribbon of pure chaotic energy followed, uncoiling through blocked meridians and carrying the medicine where flesh could not.

The pills dissolved at once. Warm vitality swept outward; color crept back into Paxton’s cheeks, and his erratic breathing settled into an even cadence.

“My thanks, sir. Had you not reached us in time-had you not gifted such elixir-Paxton would already be ashes on the wind.”

“Now’s not the time to thank me.” Jared’s voice cut the air like cold steel.

He surveyed the hollow. Fewer than thirty disciples-bruised, bandaged, some barely conscious-huddled in the rubble where once the Myriad Beast Sect bustled. Anger flickered behind his eyes, a storm building pressure.

“Where is Elder Barrington? And Gavin? Yvette? I don’t see them anywhere.”