Theron cleansed himself in his bathing room. It was quite spacious, the showers seemingly wide enough for four people to enter at once.
Maybe by coincidence, the mont Theron had these thoughts, his so-called unspecified services appeared.
He opened the door with a towel around his waist, three won standing at the entrance.
They couldn’t be said to be world-toppling beauties, but they were all Cloud Mancers, having cute and delicate appearances.
Theron invited them in, his gentle smile and tone putting them at ease. They seed to have been ready to find a gorilla-like man waiting at the entrance.
...
Wi had always been a patient man. Even as he watched Theron move into the hotel, shower, and invite those three won in, he didn’t make a move. Even when they got into the swing of things, he did nothing at all.
The stamina of the kid wasn’t sothing he was worried about. Cultivators at that level had extraordinary recovery abilities. Put that in the body of a growing teenage boy, and Wi wouldn’t be surprised if those Cloud Mancer ladies passed out before Theron did.
Any youth who would invite that many won over at that age had certainly done it many tis before. He had also seen what youths like this grew into as old n. Sick bastards who couldn’t feel anything anymore after indulging far too much.
It was an entire hour into it all that Wi finally made a move, but it wasn’t toward Theron’s room at all. Instead, he dismissed his veil, walking into the grand, imposing inn the normal way. His face was covered in a special skin mask, his appearance having long morphed into that of an elderly man who could still walk with his back straight and his posture even.
"Hello, I would like to see your manager."
The receptionist had already been smiling at him with a warm expression. Their custor service was certainly second to none. However, the words this ti took the receptionist off guard.
Before she could politely ask for the reason why, Wi slid a card forward.
The receptionist’s pupils constricted, and she nodded.
Soon, Wi was walking into an office with a wide oak table. A man walked in soon after, not through the entrance, but inside out from a panel in the wall.
Wi imdiately felt himself shrink before the man. Though the man was already tall enough, there was sothing about his aura that made him feel all the more imposing.
A subtle hint of steam was radiating off his body, but rather than being pale and opaque, it carried the slightest hints of gold.
His skin was bronzed, his shoulders capped in veins and muscles. It was clear he had just been in the middle of an intense training session, but Wi had never seen a Do of Heaven expert still training so hard...
Especially not a high-tier Do of Heaven expert who had long surpassed the Seventh Resonance.
This man’s ambition wasn’t small.
And he was one of the few Flux Mancers in this region of the galaxy...
The rchant King, Sullivan.
He took a seat, and the floors seed to quake. Even sitting, though, he felt as looming as a giant.
"What have you co here for today?"
"Out of respect for the rchant King, I would like to offer paynt in exchange for being allowed to deal with a guest. This will, of course, be quiet and no one will know."
Sullivan looked Wi up and down.
"You want to kill soone in my inn?"
Wi stabilized himself and nodded.
"And you want to believe that soone who needs a Heaven Assassin sent after him will go quietly?"
"I’ve been sent as a precautionary asure, rchant King. The target is only a Gold Mancer."
Sullivan’s eyes narrowed, and the pressure on Wi increased to the point he nearly felt his knees buckle. The gap between even a single minor Heaven Realm was as vast as the skies themselves, let alone not just one, but two huge watersheds.
Slowly, Sullivan’s pressure retreated as he saw that Wi wasn’t lying.
"And the background of this Gold Mancer?"
Wi had expected this.
If they were targeting a Gold Mancer, it had to be for a reason. If Theron’s background was too strong, and they retraced this matter back to the inn, it would cause Sullivan no small amount of trouble.
Although he didn’t fear anyone, that didn’t an he was willing to deal with it.
Trouble was bad for business.
"Background is not sothing the rchant King needs to concern himself with. This child had simply gotten his hands on a legacy that he shouldn’t. I am not privy to the details, but this is what my employer has told ."
"Is that so..."
Sullivan slowly stood to his feet.
"I will be leaving here within the hour. Make sure to leave the paynt for your room at the front."
Wi hurriedly bowed, understanding the implied words.
Sullivan didn’t want to be here when this happened for plausible deniability. As for the paynt, that much was even more obvious.
Taking the cue to leave, Wi hurriedly did so.
Sullivan watched the assassin scurry away and then looked up in the direction of Theron’s room. As the rchant King, there were very few things that happened in his businesses that he wasn’t well aware of. He imdiately guessed who it was Wi wanted to target.
He wasn’t just taking Wi’s word for it, he knew that Theron was unlikely to have a background. The Mana Crystals Theron used were rough around the edges, not uniform, and looked like they had been scrounged together through a series of heists and thefts.
Noble families had Mana Crystals that were pristinely cut like by crafters. They took great pride in it, almost like crisp new bills so more primitive societies used.
In addition, Theron had the air of soone who was spending lavishly in an attempt to fit in, rather than one who was truly used to the lifestyle.
He didn’t care about the life and death of such a person at all. His judgnt had brought him far in life, and he was certain that he had assessed Theron’s lack of a background perfectly.
What he hadn’t bothered to assess was Theron’s actual strength.
What could a Gold Mancer do to a Do of Heaven Mancer?
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