Chapter 6012

Julian’s last command lingered in the Hall of Infinity long after the officials fled.

Silence returned—but it was no longer the still, disciplined silence of a ruler at rest. It was the coiled hush before a storm.

The night-luminous pearls overhead dimmed as if sensing his mood. Light that once seemed celestial now felt like frost laid over a grave. Julian did not sit again immediately. He stood before the star-iron throne, robes whispering against black jade, gaze fixed on nothing.

Or perhaps on everything.

The Turner brothers had not merely been executioners. They were instruments—sharp, obedient, deniable. Men who understood when silence mattered more than breath. Their disappearance was not just an operational failure.

It was a message.

Someone had reached inside Jade Immortal Manor and plucked out two fourth-rank killers without leaving so much as a ripple of force.