A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6775

Jared led the three Water Clan cultivators through a maze of alleys, moving like a shadow through cracks in stone and avoiding several patrols.

The golden lights in the cultivators' hands flashed past the alley entrances, and their hurried footsteps soon faded along the paved streets.

Jared climbed through the rear window of an inn and brought the others into an empty room. The frame gave the faintest creak, which he smothered with chaotic force before the sound could spread.

The room was small, but it offered sufficient shelter for four people.

He closed the window, drew the curtain, and raised both hands. Gray chaotic force flowed from his palms as warm light and slowly settled over Kael, Neris, and Riven.

Like an invisible veil, the gentle yet unwavering radiance clung to their skin and gradually entered their meridians and cores.

As soon as it covered them, the suffocating sensation of being suppressed and eroded by the celestial realm's laws noticeably diminished.

They felt like men finally freed from boulders pressing on their chests, and their breathing became easier.

Kael looked down at the faint gray light around his arm. Spiritual energy had begun circulating slowly through his meridians again, and disbelief filled his eyes.

"This power can isolate us from the laws suppressing us?" he asked in wonder.

"I've lived for over 1,000 years and encountered countless forms of power, but none that could shield us from the laws of the celestial realm."

"Only temporarily," Jared answered as he lowered his hands.

"It will last for six hours at most. Stay in this room. Don't go outside or make any noise.

"Once the search fails, Damian's men will eventually withdraw. We can decide our next move after the attention dies down."

Kael studied him in silence before asking in a low, hoarse voice, "Who exactly are you? The energy you carry surpasses my own in purity. I've only sensed that aura in the sacred spring in the deepest part of Water Clan territory."

"I wish I knew."

Sincere uncertainty clouded Jared's voice like a fog he could not see through. "I came to the Void Sea in search of that answer.

"Elder Nether told me in the Nether Abyss that the power inside me belongs to the Water Clan. That is why I came here to find its source."

Kael stared into his violet eyes for a long time, complicated emotions moving through his own ocean-dark gaze.

At last, he nodded solemnly. "My name is Kael Maris. The Water Clan owes you a life."

Jared waved this aside without elaborating.

He went to the window and looked through a narrow gap in the window. In the distance, the pillar's faint outline rose from the plaza like a silent silhouette.

Mira remained bound there, motionless beneath the moon. She resembled a fish stranded and forgotten onshore, with no one knowing whether she possessed the strength to await another tide.

Golden lights moved constantly through the alleys and streets like hungry eyes searching every corner of the dark.

Damian's men swept the island block by block. Footsteps and shouts rose and fell, but no matter how thoroughly they searched, no one ever broke into the little room with its closed window and lowered curtain. It might as well not have existed.

Jared remained at the window, his violet eyes reflecting the blurred figure on the distant pillar.

The performance had only just begun.

Mira still hung there like a taut string suspended over every head, its breaking point impossible to predict.

Night pressed heavily over Azurewave Island like silk saturated with black ink.

Thick clouds covered the moon and left only a faint silver halo around their edges.

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