A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5789

Jared stiffened mid-step. He pivoted slowly, face calm, pulse already braced for treachery.

"Mr. Cloudridge, what else do you require?"

Has he realized I played both sides and wants to settle the score with me?

Chaotic energy slid beneath Jared's skin—silent, coiled, ready to erupt if courtesy soured into combat.

He did not fear the battered sword master, but the sect's surviving disciples still filled the cratered plain like an armed sea.

The words that followed, however, defied every dark scenario he had rehearsed.

"Mr. Chance, please wait." Linden forced a complicated smile, then bowed with genuine respect. "Tonight's chaos may have sprung from murky origins, yet your single palm—well—sent Sheldon Soulsby reeling and spared my disciples further slaughter. Whatever motive guided you, the Mystic Sky Sword Sect owes you its survival. For that, I thank you."

Jared lifted a brow, offering no verdict.

"Your power is unfathomable, your past extraordinary—and rumor binds you to the Soul Devourer. This is closely related to the fate of level ten." Linden's gaze burned with earnest curiosity. "Questions weigh on my heart. Would you honor us by visiting us for a few days? I'll seat you as a treasured guest, not a prisoner. I swear I do not mean you any harm."

To prove it, Linden lifted one hand, solemn as a judge about to take oath.

Calculations raced behind Jared's steady eyes—routes, risks, contingencies.

Visit the Mystic Sky Sword Sect?

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